Heart-throbbing Toe Shoes, Weekly Short-Short Note, 410 characters

I first watched ballet on the internet.
Every time the fabric fluttered softly and toes left the floor, I held my breath.
I never knew such a beautiful act of "standing" existed in this world.

After the performance, I thought.
I want to try dancing myself.

When I looked it up, I found there were classes even beginners could attend.
My heart raced when I entered my name and contact information into the form and pressed the send button.

If I'm going to dance, I want to prepare properly.
I need a costume, and I need toe shoes too.
My face grew hot when I imagined myself spinning in front of a mirror.

I have a machine that can make anything, so I input the data.
The things needed for ballet came out.

The white tutu looks blue depending on how the light hits it.
Seeing the toe shoes lined up, I cannot hide my excitement.

At first, I was anxious.
I am an alien.
I am 10 meters tall, have 20 legs, and if I stood on my tiptoes, I might break through the ceiling.
Yet, it said, "We welcome everyone."

Surely, they have a tremendously large room prepared.