two.

one.
long, brown hair.
slender.
sings.
acts.
dances.
sings, hoping he'll hear and take notice.
acts, every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year, because she doesn't know how to be herself.
dances, with stiff, rigid movements, trying desperately for her steps to not echo her heartbeat.

one.
long, brown hair.
slender.
sings.
acts.
dances.
sings, knowing He hears, loves, and sings over her as well.
acts, for the adrenaline, the lights, the stage, the audience, because she knows her own character enough to become someone elses.
dances, with delicate motion, ever so "cotton-blown-through-the-wind" like.

two by two they fall.