The Boy Ballerina

The Boy Ballerina
A gift for Ballerina Boy.
There was once a boy who loved to dance to all kinds of music. Jazz, hip-hop, rock, classical, he’d dance to it all. It was as if the music cast a spell upon him, sending his body into motion, gliding across the floor with the grace and energy as an animal at play. Only, due to his shy nature, no one knew of his talent, his passion for the dance. He often felt depressed, passing a dance club or hearing music when he was out with his friends. The boy so wanted to share his love for music and dancing but his shyness would always hold him back. One night, he prayed to find a way to defeat his shyness so he could share his love for music and dancing with his friends. His prayers did not go unheard.
The next morning, the boy’s friend, Katie, came to his house for a surprise visit to find his front door open ajar, he had thought he had locked it tight. She heard a soft music being played inside and walked in, her curiosity rising. Upon entering the spacious living room, Katie gasped, finding her friend dancing to the soft music, filling the room. He was moving his arms and legs to the beat, giving a feeling of euphoria she could only describe as Heaven.  His moves were so fluent and graceful, it was almost hypnotic and Katie was tempted to dance with him. She watched as he glided effortlessly across the hardwood floor, lost in the emotion of the music. When the song finally ended, he bowed to the radio as Katie then applauded, startling him.

"Bravo!!" still clapping, yelled Katie. "You are a good dancer! I mean you are REALLY GOOD! Why didn't you tell us you could dance like that!?!"

The boy blushed brightly, not knowing how to explain it. "Well, you see, I..." he began to cry.
Katie smiled. "You're shy about it, I see."
The boy nodded, still crying. He felt exposed, defeated only Katie touched his shoulder. "Don't worry, I have a solution."

The boy eased his crying, surprised, and turned to her, uncertain. "You do?"
“You have a gift,” Looking at her friend, Katie said, “the gift of dance.
Katie then gently took the boy’s hand and led him out of the house onto the street. “Where are you taking me?” fearful, he asked.
“Where you can truly shine.” Not stopping, Katie replied. “Trust me.”
Uncertain, the boy allowed himself to be led down several streets to an unfamiliar building. “Where are we, Katie?” curious, he asked.
“This is my ballet school.” Opening the front door, Katie said. “Please trust me.”
The boy gulped before nodding and slowly walked into the building to find a number of girls in the most beautiful costumes he had ever seen. They were dancing to an unfamiliar but haunting music, making him want to dance with them.
“Madam Switch this is my friend.” Motioning to the boy, Katie said. “He has the gift.”
Madam Switch was a tall and slender young woman with a soft face that would remind one of an angel. She turned to the boy, smiling. “You like to dance, yes?” her voice soft and warming, she asked. “Please feel free. No one shall judge you.”
A strange sense of calm fell over the boy and he walked out onto the floor. He looked around to see that the girls had noticed him and moved aside to give him room. They all smiled and nodded, showing him the floor was his. Tears flowed from the boy’s eyes as he began to dance to the music, gliding across the floor with the grace of a bird in flight. The girls all smiled, watching him then turned to their instructor and nodded their approval.
As the boy began to dance, he felt something come over him, something warm and inviting. The boy was changing and, before long, his clothing had changed into that of a ballerina costume. On and on, the boy danced, unaware of his new attire, leaping and spinning across the floor to the beat of the music until the music finally stopped and he looked around to find what he was wearing.
“Um… boys do not wear such things.” Blushing brightly, he said.
“You need not worry my ballerina boy.” Smiling, Madam Switch said. “Anyone who sees you will only see a beautiful young girl, dancing with her class. Only we will know the truth.”
“But why?” confused, the boy asked. “Boys dance ballet too.”
“Because this is what makes you happy.” Touching the boy’s shoulder, Madam Switch replied. “If it did not, you would not have changed at all.”
The boy smiled, tears flowing. “Is it too late to join the class?” he asked.
Madam Switch giggled. “Oh, my little ballerina boy.” Smiling, she said. “You already have, we were just waiting for you to arrive.”
The End.