Tap Dance

I watched her feet,

tapping out a beautiful

melody.

 

My anxious feet tried to copy her

exact movements.

 

A trip, a scuff, a jump.

I was nowhere near her

perfection.

 

Her movements fluid but quick,

each sound distinct.

I watched in awe as she

glided

through the routine.

No mistakes.

 

I envied her.

My idol.

 

Author's Note

Still trying to break through writer's block.
Not very good, sorry. :P

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There was a time that I wished to learn how to tap dance. Nothing wrong with a guy admitting that.