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Dance. Passion. Feeling : Jul 31, 2008

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Dancing was what she lived for.
There was nothing else that compared to it. Nothing would ever give her the same pleasure that being on stage did. Nothing would ever make her heart feel the way dancing did. She fell in love with the art, a love that could never be compared to. It was the one thing she loved, the only thing she loved.

She could almost feel the energy coursing through her veins, just standing in this studio, there were mirrors lined up everywhere, showing her a reflection of herself walking forward in her black sports bra with a light blue tank top over it. She was wearing black ballet shoes with high black dance socks also and her hair was pulled up into a high pony tail. She was used to getting up early though, and didn’t really mind it much. Mornings were the most peaceful to her... She suddenly could feel her legs move without her telling them to. It was like her own music was playing inside her head as her feet floated across the hardwood. “Leap, ball change, Pas de bourrée, step, leap.” Her mind was replaying as her feet obeyed.. She does another spin, throwing her arms back and leaning up with emotion as she finishes and turns to the mirror that showed her reflection. Her legs carry her over to where her bag was. She digs around in her bag and finally finds the CD she was looking for. She walks over to the CD player and puts the CD inside. She then goes out to the middle of the studio and suddenly hears blasting music that echoes throughout the studio and she was pretty sure you could hear it through the hallway as well. Her legs start moving to the beat. Step, knee, step, fan… Her body moves to the calls that her brain was shouting out. But she was doing it with so much more passion then before. One song, two, three… songs go by and she doesn’t even notice ao late were. The only thing that was running through her head was past routines, moves that she could do in this time and she continue. Step, knee, step, fan, step, turn, ball change, contract, leap, turn, fan, fall, roll… Her body moves back up, arching her back and rolling her hips when she suddenly hears a faint noise of boards creaking. Her body suddenly stops moving. Someone else was in here. It's time to stop, for now... Later she did her jogging, determined to run around the large field at least five times... Her muscles are sore and weak. She's hungry, thirsty and her feet can kill with their stinky odour. Out of all the sweat glands, the feet have the most. That pretty much sucks for dancers, they make their living by their stinky, sweaty feet. Ugh. Off track. Then someone asked her, why she danced?
"I dance because I like it I dance because it is like an escape from reality for me, whenever things get tough, I just dance and things start to seem okay… I guess that’s why I dance. You can learn about stage presence, you can improve your technique and you can develop emotions to fit the music but you either have passion or you don’t."
All in all it was worth it, she always felt like she was flying each time she put on her shoes and started to twirl. Dance changes you in the most beautiful way...