Dancing With Tears

I drew this, no reason in particular. I think I might make this an official OC...her name shall be Silhouette! Genious

Silhouette walked into the old dance studio and smiled sadly. All the many hours spent here, the childhood memories...

The once gold bar that ran around the room, now bronze plating starting to show through the paint, the once blue carpet was a dark dull grey. But the most noticeable change was all the mirrors, which had once made up the walls. It looked as though someone had gone through with a baseball bat of sort, smashing each individual panel. silhouette walked over to the shattered mirror and smiled at her cracked reflection.

"Now it looks more like me..." Silhouette wiped her eyes, and couldn't help but notice the dust built up in the room over the years. No one used the studio anymore, and by tomorrow the while building would be knocked down to make way for a car park. Silhouette couldn't help but be reminded of a song she'd been listening to a short while ago. Pulling her iPod from her bag, she quickly turned on the song, deciding to do one final performance for the ghosts of her memories.

They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got till it's gone
They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot

All her old lessons flowed back into Silhouette's mind, and years of practice and hidden emotion were put into one simple dance.

They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them
No, no, no, don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
They paved paradise, and put up a parkin' lot

Memories flashed before her eyes and Silhouette couldn't stop the tears from running down her cheek. She knew if this were a story, this is the part when the love of her dreams would come in and be awed by her dancing, then he would ask her out and they'd live happy ever after. But that was not the case, because those things only happened in cheesy romance books.

Listen, late last night, I heard the screen door swing,
And a big yellow taxi took my girl away
Now don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got till it's gone
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot

I don't wanna give it
Why you wanna give it
Why you wanna givin it all away
Cuz you're givin it all givin it all away yeah yeah
Cuz You're givin it all away hey, hey, hey

Hey, paved paradise, to put up a parking lot
la, la, la, la, la, la, la ,la ,la ,la ,la
Paved paradise, and put up a parking lot

The song came to an end, and Silhouette made the perfect finish. Breathing heavily, only silence met her ears. Silhouette relaxed, before taking a shaky breath and wiping her eyes. She cast a wistful look at the door, before nearly slapping herself.

"That's only in fiction Sil, come back to reality." Silhouette walked over to the door, looking back one final time at the studio. Ready to break down, Silhouette ran from the building and back to her car.

"Goodbye..." Silhouette drove off and turned on the radio, hating irony soon as she did.

Hey, paved paradise, to put up a parking lot
la, la, la, la, la, la, la ,la ,la ,la ,la
Paved paradise, and put up a parking lot