14 June 2012
I feel the warmth in my legs and slight muscle strain as I leap into the air to perform a half moon. My heart swells with the joy of dancing as I step back and start my pirouette turns ending with exactly seventeen. This is a perfect practice. If only I could do this on stage and show everyone how I can prove them wrong. So I could actually show how I can be persistent enough to keep up my dancing. Maybe they would allow me back. I've been kicked from my home because I've quit a twice. Foolish mistakes, I know. My dance studio was everything to me. I could let go and be free. Dancing was just a way to release anger, get away, and explore more about myself. Without it, I'm falling apart. They won't accept me back in. They haven't even answered me back from a couple months ago when I sent them an e-mail pleading that they let me back into their dance studio. What should I do? I don't want to join a new dance studio because then I feel like I'm betraying my old dance studio. I would never even consider that. What have I done? I think about why I quit and cry to myself. I feel like crumpling to the ground now. Nothing is the same anymore. Nothing is as fun, I used to be able to put a beat and new choreography to everything, now I can't, I'm not as flexible, an I miss the valuable time with my friends. It's all lost now. Please tell me, what should I do?
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Special thanks to @crowncottage who gave me the idea to write this true story.
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