She stands in front of the mirror in her mother's skirt. Music is playing in her ears, she circles around on her finger-toes. Looks at herself over and over again. Yes, she dreams to see herself in front of thousands of people, being like a real balerina. Auditions. -I'm sorry your child just not good enough to be in our class. Look at her, she just doesn't fit in. Come again next year.
Years have passed. She wears ballerina's skirt and posses for a photographer. Thousands of people will look at her and see a real ballerina.
Yes you can become what you want, just don't stop dreaming.