Lila
I was a dancer. I had been for all my life. When I was a little kid, I used to dance around in my room wearing my princess gown. OK, I still dance around in my room but at least I don’t wear princess gowns when I do it. Dancing has always been my passion, my raison d'etre. I felt alive when I danced so I kept doing it. Dance was the hidden language of my soul. It was how I communicated without words. It let me forget about the people that let me down in life and let me express my emotions about them without causing any drama. Someone once told me it was "Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing. It's the rhythm of your life. It's the expression in time and movement, in happiness, joy, sadness and envy." And for me, it was just that.
No one could tell me how to dance because there was no right way. And it turned out that I didn’t care what people thought of me when I danced. I never danced to impress, I danced like no one was watching. But sometimes there was someone watching…
“Hey! What are you doing here? No one is allowed here after hours.”
I was so startled that I fell back on the stage. I quickly got up and brushed myself off. I looked to see an angry man glaring at me.
“I was dancing.” I simply responded. Duh.
“I can see that. But that’s not my question. Why are you here right now when no one is supposed to be?”
“Because I’m dancing.” I struggled to hold back a laugh as I watched the man’s face transform into frustration. This was just too good.
“But why?” he bellowed.
“I just had too.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Yes I did. Something inside of me told me to dance, so I did.”
“Do you always listen to yourself?” he asked amused.
“Yes. I find that I’m usually right.”
"Well you are obviously not right today."
"We will see about that." I said as I made my way out.
I silently laughed as I saw the reaction on his face. Yep, no one had ever talked back to him before. There is a first for everything.
