The black stage Dark brown hair, she looks at me."Are you okay?" I ask. I ask her, and she just looks at me. Her eyes, not sure and she kind of looks down. New York, such a big city. She's okay, though. She's just tired and sometimes. She plays the piano just a little. Thin and beautiful pulling at her toe points. "The stage is happiness" The light shining from the stage, She loves pirouettes and She looks beautiful while doing them. Spotting the left corner of the stage. "I'm so happy you're here"