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"I'll dream a dream so sweet. One where you'll come back to me. I'll sing of a dream so far away, I can hope and believe it will happen someday." The softest voice fluttered across the room, the owner dancing to her own tune, the piano playing lightly in the background. The spotlight shown bright on her, every detail in her expression, every part of her costume, everything stood out. Beautiful red hair in ringlets framed her face and flowed down her back. No one had ever expected it, anyone you told wouldn't believe it, and when someone that had known her saw her dance, they barely did themselves.
Ahiru had not just become graceful, elegant, but she had become on the most beautiful dancers the world would ever see. Of course, she couldn't take all the credit. A loving boyfriend, and now husband, who had his own skills and way of teaching her had been the one to make her dream come true.
He had been tough, as if the sweet lover had disappeared, every moment she stepped onto the dance floor, but it had worked. The yelling, no matter how frustrating or hard it was, had worked. His training, her determination, she had finally achieved it.
The whole world stopped to watch her dance. The whole world listened to her sing a song written of her heart.
The whole world stopped to witness a dream come true.

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"I'll dream a dream so sweet. One where you'll come back to me. I'll sing of a dream so far away, I can hope and believe it will happen someday." The softest voice fluttered across the room, the owner dancing to her own tune, the piano playing lightly in the background. The spotlight shown bright on her, every detail in her expression, every part of her costume, everything stood out. Beautiful red hair in ringlets framed her face and flowed down her back. No one had ever expected it, anyone you told wouldn't believe it, and when someone that had known her saw her dance, they barely did themselves.
Ahiru had not just become graceful, elegant, but she had become on the most beautiful dancers the world would ever see. Of course, she couldn't take all the credit. A loving boyfriend, and now husband, who had his own skills and way of teaching her had been the one to make her dream come true.
He had been tough, as if the sweet lover had disappeared, every moment she stepped onto the dance floor, but it had worked. The yelling, no matter how frustrating or hard it was, had worked. His training, her determination, she had finally achieved it.
The whole world stopped to watch her dance. The whole world listened to her sing a song written of her heart.
The whole world stopped to witness a dream come true.