She pranced across the stage, otherwise known as her tiny bedroom. She knew that she could nail the perfect leap, and she coreographed by herself. Suddenly an IM popped up on her screen, but she ignored it by turning up the music and turning down the volume on her computer.

After an hour of tireless dancing she fell into the sea of pillows and her fluffy comforter, sighing loudly. She stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to her ceiling as the fan spun around and around.

She was tired of being closed up in her room, the same teddy bear as her only audience. An image popped into her head. It was a crowd of people. Waiting for her to perform. A grin spread across her face so wide anybody’s fist could fit in it.

The lights dimmed and only she was visible. Then the music started, and she knew exactly what to do. She was finally taking her talent beyond the comfort of her home. And she loved every minute of it.

Back in her bedroom, after her little daydream she whispered one word:
“Someday…”