Passion. Perseverance. Dance.
Ruby has always been obsessed with K-pop, and when a city-wide inter-school survival dance competition is announced, she knows this is her chance to shine. With her school's team, Ruby steps into the high-stakes world o...
I came home late from practice. I was so exhausted from dancing. But I didn't care about it. My head was surely racing with excitement. Competition time was coming up, and the team had already started clicking. There was a lot of work that still needed to be done, but today was special somehow. We really were doing this.
Right away, after entering my room, I took off my shoes and lay down on my bed while still holding onto my phone. I scrolled through my playlist and found the song that would never fail to perk up my mood whenever returning from a long day: Stray Kids, Miroh. It is always a lift, beginning the moment the beat of the song kicks in to energize my room.
I would tell you that Stray Kids have always been my favorite but not just because of the music. It is something in the way it resonates with me when the songs connect on a higher level. Watching them do their thing was an electrical feeling as they simply seem to own the stage full of passion and energy. They had that fearlessness about them that made you feel you could take on the world, and every time I used to watch their choreography, the same spark inside me ignited.
I stood up in front of my mirror. The music took control. I knew the choreography by heart, for I had practiced those moves of theirs to perfection for hours on end. It felt like a second nature to follow the routine: hit each sharp beat, quick step. Stray Kids weren't just inspirations; they were the reasons I danced with everything in me because they made me feel that I could be just as fierce, just as confident.
It was like the song built up, and then there came a chorus, so I burst into my favorite part – the fast, hard-hitting moves that Stray Kids nailed every time. As I danced, stress from the day disappeared; pure adrenaline filled my being. This was what I loved. This is why I spent hours choreographing routines and pushing my team to their limits. I wanted us to have that same fire, that same undeniable presence on stage.
When the song finished, I was panting for breath, still flashing with a smile on my face. I looked up the poster of Stray Kids stuck on the wall in my room: the fearless smiles and poses amidst those strong dance moves brought into mind why I am doing dancing: it was more than mastering the moves, and beating competitions; but a way of living to let me say and present to the world ways and thoughts that words fail me.
I grabbed my phone and collapsed onto my bed, vibrating with the energy of the dance. I automatically blasted Danielle with a quick text:
Ruby: We gotta kick it up tomorrow. I have some new ideas.
She responded almost immediately:
Danielle: Yessss, let's do it! Bring it on!
The screen smiled back at me, and that rush of excitement came alive again. Stray Kids had given me the push to go after my dreams and trust myself with my team; now, it was our turn to light up the stage.
I lie down, staring at the ceiling, imagining our team to be the one standing on that stage in a competition-dancing with exactly the same intensity that a song of Stray Kids will give to its performance as well, own it up just like an idol should do.And all my mind kept saying was: we were there to win, period.
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A small filler chapter (my inner stay be pouncing-)
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