“I’m going to be a star someday,” she said, hours of stretching and turning. She is as elegant as the swan she plays. Her moves flow from one to the other, lava over rock. The examiners and companies all gave her passes and roles with flying colors; she had finally made it.
One year later, broke, carrying a one year old child.
One year later, a nanny, forced to take care of another to raise money for her own she will never see.
One year later, broken back, broken dreams, broken tears.
The Futurist 
Cool! Great work, love it.
100 word story is an interesting idea. Can I try one?
Glad you liked it, and feel free!