It starts with a girl, with ponytails and two hands; eight fingers, two thumbs, some toes and a little pink nose. She was youngish and her blonde hair sometimes looked grey in the light. She wanted to be a ballerina when she grew up, or a princess, but her parents made sure she was never too hopeful.
There’s moments in childhood when the mind flits between dreams, when they know what they want inside, and then find another. They can do anything they want, they can be anything they want to be. What is it that forces them to lose those dreams? When does the ballerina stop believing they can be a tap dancer?
One day he put on his tap shoes and danced around the house, cracking the tiles and singing away the moths. Who knew how he could one day be an astronaut and fly to the moon whilst gazing around at stars with dancing people called Marty.
Our ponytail girl, now she was a pretty girl, quite pretty, absolutely gorgeous as her parents would say. She stopped believing them though when they started calling her sister gorgeous. But she’s ugly, she would say, she’s not gorgeous. You’re both gorgeous. She didn’t see anything beautiful about her sister. Gorgeous means ugly then. Of course not. She didn’t like being called gorgeous. She grew though, as any person would. Age could not be defied by her as slowly, she lost her innocence. To some she lost her beauty, to others she gained it.
She meet a woman from the red part of town, glazed in pettiness.
“You could be a right picture you know girl.”
“What do you mean?”
“Slash you up with some powder, cut that skirt and you could be pitch perfect.”
“I don’t want that.”
“You got too much pride, is that it?”
“No. I just don’t want that.”
“What are you doing around here then, looking for your own doll?”
“I’m not really sure.”
“So you are looking for a little grub.”
“I have to get going.”
“Bet you need it, that’s why you’re here. You need some dough. Parents push you out, that it?”
“My parents are royalty.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
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