The spotlight hit her skin as if it were greeting her eternal inner fire.
There is something about dancing in the spotlight that ignites the passions of the soul. There is a time for being in the shadows, of applauding those whom dance, yet one day the light calls to your soul and says you are ready for your solo.
The spotlight was a brilliant path through the dark sky, as if a hundred million stars had joined up to make it.
The spotlight was a bright dream beamed upon the stage, as if the future already knew we had won.
He was humble all the day long, yet in that spotlight he was reborn, his passions speaking through dance and song.
In the moments before the transitions, before the stage and spotlights, I felt as if I were back in my grandmother's garden, blessed by dappled light. For then there is the comfort of the shade and the invite of the warm rays. In that moment there is a sense of choice even through you realise you will go on. That is the show. That is what we do.