The wind gently drifted through the studio, shifting around papers and making the room dustier. All of the stained glass windows were open, letting the warm late night summer air fill the room. The lights were left on low to save energy during the night. It was all quiet except for a quiet humming sound coming from the back door. There, standing with her mothers old boom box, was young girl was rewinding a tape. She stared at it intensely, watching the tape spin around in its small black box. Almost like magic... she thought to herself, tracing her fingers around the buttons and nobs of the old stereo system.
The was a loud click and the tape stopped spinning. The little girl smiled, standing up to dust the dirt from her leotard. She straightened out her tutu and pulled her hair up into a tight bun like her mother had taught her to do. She took a sharp intake of air and held it, only releasing when she knew she was ready. Alright Mommy, I will do my best! She cheerfully thought pressin