The leaves blew across the illuminated stage, making our skirts flow in the soft breeze. I glanced at the glowing red recorder in the “audience” that was filming our every move. A flat 10 minutes of dancing flew by, drifting off with the leaves. All that was left on the stage were sweet sounds of nature, and a peaceful pair of pointe shoes left in the spotlight.
We came. We danced. We performed. The College Project has been completed.