It's opening night. backstage, the tensions are as high as the legs of the dancers in their warm-up stretches. The smell of hairspray and old, worn tulle is overwhelming, but welcoming. In the wings the first dancer paces nervously, awaiting the time to make her big debut and to shine on stage. The curtain give an almost imperceptible wave and is soon followed with a harsh whisper of, "No rough-housing!" The soft din of the crowd is hushed as the lights over them dim, and the curtain is raised. The spectators are holding as the first sweet tones of strings and flutes pulse out around them. Little to they know that the performers backstage are doing just the same. Finally, the first beautiful dancer steps onto the stage, her long legs and arms moving almost effortlessly as she takes her position center stage. The music swells, and the dancer springs into action, twirling and leaping as gracefully as could be. A silent sigh of relief is emitted by everyone backstage. Opening night has finally begun.