• Cindy finally got a solo in her ballet class. She remembered all the hours that she put into trying to hit a triple spin. She remembered all the times she really danced until she bled. Now the time had finally come for her to do a solo, and it wouldn't be easy. The dance was called "Off to Heaven", it was about a girl who was so lonely and so sad that she killed herself. The girl was so happy that she was away from all the negativity that she danced.
    Cindy walked out onto the dark stage in her costume. Green stage lights came on and the music started. She danced beautifully, keeping great time with the music, and making no mistakes. It was perfectly mastered, and the audience was awed into silence by the magnificence of it.
    Halfway though the dance there was a big white light, the stage shook and she almost fell. She assumed it was something backstage that had went wrong and continued the dance. She had always been taught that if something went wrong backstage or with the music to keep dancing as if nothing had ever happened. She did that automatically, continuing with a beautiful jete. Usually the audience would cheer at such a thing, but currently they were all quiet. 'A ghost would make more noise than this dead crowd.' She thought as she continued to dance.
    At the end she stopped and took a bow. No one clapped, not one person. 'Maybe they hated it. Maybe I was just that bad.' She wanted to cry, but she didn't . She started to walk off the stage and stepped on something soft. Thinking it was some of her feathers she stooped down to pick them up. She screamed, the thing she had stepped on was herself, or what was left of the bloody mess on stage. That pool of crimson and white had been her body, but it barely looked human anymore. Wondering why no one had said anything about it she looked into the audience. They too were dead, a bloody mess all over the new seats that were just ordered 3 days ago. This was terrible, and not because she was dead. Cindy found this horrible because her dance was a lie. When you die you didn't go anywhere, you didn't even know you where dead. She sat there in her own blood next to her mangled body and cried.