Silver – stanza 13.2

“Allison.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Move over here, please. I want to get a better look at you.”
Allison didn’t know what was happening but instinct
Warned her this heightened scrutiny couldn’t be good
“Have you been taking classes?”
“Just the usual.”
“No new teachers?”
“Nope.”
“Interesting.”
“Why do you ask?”
Let me get Janet.”
“Okay.”
“Show her.”
“Isn’t that interesting.”
“That would attract attention downtown.”
“You know, it would.”
“Put together a piece to showcase her.”
“What else can she do?”
“What else can you do?”
Allison had no idea but she danced
She showed them moves she’d never done
With the ease of someone who’d practiced
Them deep into her muscle memory
“This will be big.”
“Astounding. But how did we miss her talent?”
“She’s danced with us for years and she’s never
Shown that kind of ability, she struggled
At times with basic stuff, I thought we’d let her go.

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