The Brown Couch- This I believe FINAL

I've always been the quiet girl. The shy one. The type of girl who "won't talk to someone unless they started to talk to me first" . I guess I've always been content with that. Going with the flow of life, taking opportunities as they come to me, never really seeking them out for myself. I've always thought that if it didn't come to me than it wasn't meant to be.
So, most people don't really know this but I'm a dancer. I have been since I was 5 years old, doing passes' at the barre in that one small studio by the air port. But nowadays I'm in a much bigger studio, and it's practically been my second home. It wasn't always like that though. I was the new girl for some time. It was all so intimidating to me. I remember seeing girls running back and forth from studio A to studio B rushing to change into other shoes or to grab a quick bite, and some would chill outside on the big brown comfy couches in the lounge. And there was me. The awkward girl who'd stare at her phone to make like I had was to busy to talk to the other dancers. Yet secretly hoping someone would come and talk to me. Though of course this would only happen in a perfect world. No one really did ever come up to me. I guess at the time it was expected that this would happen. Again I became content with the silence. It was life, if it's meant to be it's meant to be. This I believed.
But then came the night when the brown couches weren't being bombarded with tons of other dancers. Only with Stefanie quietly reading her book. She looked serene and calm, probably totally into that book of her's. I just remember thinking "talk to her, whats the worst that could ever happen?". After I had put my stuff down I took a seat next her on that brown couch. Something about that couch seemed snuggly and almost inviting, just so comfy. At first she seemed surprised that I sat next to her, but after a while she seemed happy that I started to talk to her about school and choreography and what not. In some ways I felt that she was just like me, quiet, shy, and some what content with being this way. Once I got her talking she was one of the sweetest funniest girls I've ever met. I guess I have to thank that brown couch for calling me to come and sit down and talk to a fellow dancer.
After that night, I became more comfortable in the studio. Being able to talk to more people, and just open up and let me shine through my shy facade. Nowadays I get remarks like "Angie, I didn't know you were so cool." And I'm happy, and I'm content with that. After that night I realized that sometimes you have to make things happen for yourself if you want to live a full life. Because if you wait around for things to come, you'll just be mediocre. I never want to be left waiting in the wings, but instead out the the stage soaking in all the excitement. This I believe.