The Golden Ballet Trophy

Name after name, second after second.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The silence ringing in my ear.
Butterflies dancing in my stomach.
The name, My name.
It rings off the teacher's lips.
The butterflies start marching.
My heart thumping to the beat of the applause.
There it is, the gold ballet dancer.
My confidence, my passion shined through my smile.
The gold ballet dancer on top.
The purple stone holding my name.
The gold ballet dancer is cherishing this memory at her fingertips.
The ballet dancer is always dancing on the shelf for me.
She makes me the gold ballet dancer.