I didn’t know if he’d come, it was our last performance. I wanted him to be there, to see what I had put so much work into the past few weeks. I paced around back stage wondering, then the lights had seized. I got into my starting position, the music flooded the room, as we started the routine. I couldn’t see him, but I didn’t have much of an opportunity to look. I wait for the next scene to start, this time my eyes have a clear view of the audience. My eyes go wide, as I see him in the front row. The front row. Why of all places did he have to be in the front row! My cheeks get red and I look away focusing on the choreography. I file off the stage as the scene comes to an end and go change for my next scene. This time as I’m on stage I catch his eyes and try really hard not to smile as my scene was supposed to be serious. My blush follows me as I try to focus on the back of the auditorium hoping to evade my smile.
He came and sat alone in the front row without shame.