Dancing Flame - Prologue
It’s a blur in my memory, and yet I remember it like it was yesterday.
I was an innocent little girl back then, and it was the opening night of the dance recital. Madam Ashleen had given me the solo, and I had practiced for countless hours to perfect it. The curtain rose, and we performed like never before. Gliding like beautiful swans across the stage. The spot light shone on me as cue for my solo, and that’s when it began.
Smoke was billowing down from the roof, and sparks showered the stage and audience. The spot light that was trained on me had overloaded and started a fire. The catwalks in the rafters collapsed to the ground, and that’s when the panic ensued. It was mess of screaming, smoke and flames. I was knocked back by a beam that fell on the stage, and had no choice but to run back stage. All around me the girls were screaming and crying as the fire grew more intense. Madam Ashleen was trying to round everyone up and help