The music swelled.
Alexandra nervously adjusted her dress and peeked into the hall. “Why did I think I could do this?” she thought to herself; “I have such bad stage fright. I can’t do this. Oh my gosh, I’m going to pass out.” She peeked out again and caught sight of her fiance- no, husband now- sitting at the head table, beaming with a combination of pride, love and joy. She took a deep breath and glanced to her right.
In her heart, Alexandra felt a swelling of love and peace. Her father was with her; everything would be alright.
She stepped out through the doors and began the traditional father-daughter dance at every wedding.
“We never sang my songs
On the stage, on my own
We never said my words
Wishing they would be heard
I saw you smiling at me
Was it real or just my fantasy
You’d always be there in the corner
Of this tiny little bar
My last night here for you
Same old songs, just once more
My last night here with you?
Maybe yes, maybe no
I kind of liked it your your way
How you shyly placed your eyes on me
Oh, did you ever know?
That I had mine on you”
While the world looked on, Alexandra danced to the music in her heart. She may have appeared alone to everyone else, but in her heart, she was anything but.
originally written & posted February 8, 2006
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