Dancing to the Music of Your Heart
Danielle had learned to dance before she had learned to
crawl. Her mother had been playing a little Blue Kadoatie Music Box, and the sensation
the music gave her surprised her so much she hiccupped. She had to move to the
beat, she just had to. And so she fumbled to her feet and began to twirl around,
performing for her astonished mother.
But that was then; this is now. Danielle dreams
of dancing for Skarl and Hagan, Nabile and Jazan, Amira, and maybe someday,
her Majesty Queen Fyora herself. Unfortunately, her father thinks otherwise.
"Danielle, dancing never guaranteed any sort
of living," he said gruffly. "What good will come of twirling 'round like a
Danielle didn't have an answer to this, at least
not one that she said aloud.
"I need you to focus on what young Kougresses
like you are supposed to be focusing on," he said seriously. "Life will get
you nowhere if you try to pursue a career of dancing. Now, to be a farmer is
a different story..."
Danielle's brain took it in, but her spirit did
Ask her father, and he will say that Danielle's
"silly dancing fantasies" are a thing of the past. What he doesn't know is that
whenever he isn't around, Danielle dances to the beat of her chores and to her
relaxation. With the wind flowing through her thick pink fur, she twirled while
she swept, she swayed while planting seeds, and she leapt through the air while
she scared away the winged petpets that wanted to eat their crops. She kicked
her feet while swinging, she jumped around while flying a kite, and she even
tapped her foot while she read.
Danielle doesn't know this, but she is beautiful,
what with her brown hair, pink fur, and large dark eyes. And she dances like
her feet have wings. But deep down, Danielle wept. She knew she should be grateful
that she could dance at all, even in secrecy, but to know the beauty of such
an art and keep it such a secret seemed inhumane. She longed to show her passion
to the rest of the world. But alas, she couldn't.
A tear of remorse fell on a corn plant, and to
this day, it still grows a little slower than the rest.
Meanwhile, Her Majesty Fyora was frustrated.
She needed a solo dancer for her next fancy ball, but everyone who volunteered
was horrible! Each of the would-be dancers had admitted they had been told that
dancing would get them nowhere, and had therefore not practiced very hard. Annoyed
and more than a LITTLE stressed, Queen Fyora had flown down to Meri Acres to
sort out her thoughts in peace.
Storming through a corn field in a blind rage,
Fyora didn't notice the bustling corn plants to her left until it was almost
too late. Just as curious as any Faerie, Fyora silently rose into the air to
investigate. There, twirling round and round as she plucked ripe corn, was a
young villager Kougress. Her deep, dark eyes her partly closed dreamily as she
hummed to her peaceful, natural beat. The queen watched with fascination and
amazement, at once deciding that her trip to Meri Acres was indeed worth it.
"You dance like the wind, little one," she said
softly. The Kougress jumped and whirled around.
"Oh, your Majesty!" she gasped, curtsying.
"Tell me, miss; what is your name?" inquired
Fyora, lowering herself to the ground.
"If it pleases my Lady, I am called Danielle,"
stammered the Kougress humbly, curtsying again.
"Danielle, a Neopian of your gracefulness need
not humble herself before a boring faerie like me," said Fyora gently. "Please
call me Fyora." Danielle calmed down.
"What brings you down to little Meri Acres, Fyora?"
she asked, proceeding to continue her work.
"Silence and the need to hear myself think,"
replied the Queen. "I need someone to dance at my upcoming ball, but all who
"Really," murmured Danielle quietly. Fyora had
noticed the fleeting look of delight and hope, the impact of realization, and
the melancholy expression before Danielle had restored her look of indifference.
Fyora was suspicious. "Mayhap you could
dance at my ball, Danielle," she requested.
"I can't," said Danielle in a voice so quiet
that Fyora had to strain to hear her.
"Why ever not?"
"My father would not approve," said Danielle,
"My dear," protested Fyora. "Whoever said that
anyone can control your future but you?"
"I want to make him proud," murmured Danielle.
"How can you be content with your life, aiming
to please everyone (which is a very nice thing to do) without pleasing yourself
first?" inquired Fyora indignantly.
Danielle didn't answer as she placed her armload
of corn in a basket. Fyora's face softened.
"Sweetheart," she rose up to sit in a branch
of a nearby apple tree. "It's obvious you love dance. It's also obvious that
you are amazing at it. And you have a very big heart to want to please
your father. But the bigger the heart, the bigger the hurt if you don't follow
Danielle looked up at Fyora's wise words.
"Your dancing deserves to be seen and appreciated
by the world. Danielle," Fyora jumped down and cupped the Kougress's chin her
hand. "It's time for you not only to listen to your heart by caring for others,
but to follow your heart by caring for yourself. It's time for you to dance
to the music of your heart."
"Do you think I'm ready?" whispered Danielle.
"Ask yourself that. There's only one way to find
Danielle listened nervously to the quiet chatter
of the faeries in their seats from behind the curtain. She could listen just
barely over the pounding of her heart. Her dream was about to come true; but
she wasn't sure if she was ready. She fingered with the red sash tied around
her billowy white dress. She heard Fyora clear her throat and adjusted the silver
tiara that was pinned to her plaited hair.
"Faeries and Neopets," introduced Fyora from
the front in a cool calm voice. "Never in my years have I seen such a talented
Neopian that I wish for you to meet tonight. I present to you, my dear friend
She heard the polite clapping and swallowed hard.
The red curtain was drawn back and she stood there facing the audience, waiting
for the music to begin. Fyora had insisted that she dance to the first song
she had ever danced to, and merely said when Danielle told her it had been a
lowly Blue Kadoatie Music Box, "The simpler the music, the more beautiful you
yourself will become."
Thus, the music began. Danielle swayed and swirled
across the stage, fears forgotten. The moment she had heard the music, her troubles
seemed pointless. All she had to do was let the music carry her through. Left,
right, leap, twirl... everything soon formed into one as Danielle danced with
the familiar passion she loved so dearly.
All too soon it was over. Danielle kept her ending
pose and waited. The audience was silent, most with their jaws dropped. An icy
hand of fear clutched at her heart. Then there was a sound likely to an explosion.
Applause and whistles and cheers rang through the air as faeries, Neopets, and
maybe a petpet here or there gave her a standing ovation. Flowers of every kind
showered the stage and many caught in Danielle's hair.
Danielle's eyes shimmered. She had done it. She
had followed her dreams.
She had danced to the music of her heart.