A Little Something Something.

This is a little something I wrote about a couple of weeks back. Its about what I feel when I dance.

She was a good dancer, no scratch that, she was a great dancer. She had a passion for it and you could tell by the way she danced. Her whole day all she thought about was dancing, getting better, and learning now things. She loved the rush that she would get before performing in front of a crowd. Her dream was to become one of the best, and even though she knew she could never do it, she still dreamed about it all of the time.
She loves the smell of her old leather jazz shoes. She loves the way her feet felt naked when she wore them, and how everything was a little easier with the grips wore down from so much use. She can’t even describe what she feels when she’s dancing, not in words, and not even with feelings. The closest that she can get is that her heart soars, and her wings unfold to take her away when she’s even practicing.

She loves the closeness of a team. She loves the way that all of the separate minds can come together as one for a couple of minutes to show something beautiful. Every original style and every different strength coming together to form a perfect thing.

She loves the rush of performing. She loves that all of the days that she would spend on a routine would show. It would show in her body as she danced her heart out, on her face as she smiled like this was the most fun that she ever had. The rush that she would get before performing, and the sick feeling would make her love it only more. The stage would only come closer, and she would be on it, doing her best, and showing everyone what she can do. Having everyone there staring at you only made her want to do better. Only made her want to do better than she ever did before.

She loves the routines. It didn’t matter which one, she loved it. When there, you could let yourself go and clear your mind. You were forced to. If you didn’t then you messed up. Those small moments of calmness were what she looked for, what she longed for. The routine was all that mattered, it and you doing it.

But the thing the loves the most was the leaps. Every one that she did, she felt like she was flying, and she never wanted to come back down. She never wanted to put her feet back on the ground, ever. She wanted to keep going on and just fly off and toward bigger things.

She loves to dance. No one can, has, and ever will break her spirit. This is what she lives for. Nothing else matters, nothing but you, your team, and the routine.