Dancing was on her mind all the time. Magda was obsessed with the idea of becoming an Alvin Ailey jazz dancer. She disliked practicing ballet for posture or tap for flexibility. The movements bored to tears. Jazz had a rhythm all its own.
She told her parents about moving to Hollywood after graduation. They tried to discourage her by saying she was foolish.
Entering the agency, she was awestruck by the photos on the walls.
Mr. W asked, How big a star do you want to be?
Musicals big, Magda replied.
There’s a price, you know.
Reality hit, Magda shuddered.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Woed Count: 100
Photo Prompt: ©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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