My life is black and white. The colors are gone. They have been drained long ago. The music and art has been reduced to what it was originally; a blank canvas. The patterns that have always been alive in my dreams are now either one or the other. Which will it be today? Black? Or white? Even the sound of me is bland. I say it aloud silently. "Susan." Today it is grey. This is different than usual. At least it isn't white. Blank. Usually I'm blank, hence why I see my name as the color white. No. I almost forgot. White isn't a color. It's just... Emptiness. A void where no shadows ever come into. That's black. The color almost appears in it. I can almost see blue swirling into the darkness, but it's dashed out by the realization that I can't see blue. As I said before; my life is black and white. Will it be a void? Cloudy grey? Or the mysterious black. I've never been afraid of the dark since what happened. Never. Maybe a few days after coming back from the hospital, but never after that. I was so sure my life would still have the beautiful color splashed into it, but it never was the same. After that, I never saw colors again. That is why my life is black and white. If you haven't guessed already, I'm color-blind. Admitting it to people after that was easy. I knew the truth and whenever someone asked me what my favorite color was, I said black. Whenever my friend asked which color of outfit looks the best on her, I replied none. That is when they realized once more I was not able to whiteness the patterns and art they could. I forgot what most of the colors look like. Because of this, I never smile. Nothing is funny, which is why I can never be a model. I can never be a sports player with different jerseys. I can't be an artist, or a fashion designer, or a baker, or a chemist, or mostly anything! That's why I picked the only thing that I don't have to smile in. It's simple and the outfits are bland. I can practice all I want and do any moves I've learned and my condition doesn't limit my ability here. I'm a dancer. I don't do that hip-hop stuff. I don't break dance with lively music and colorful words. I do ballet. Here, in this studio, I don't have to smile. I can be serious. I listen to the quiet piano music and twirl around freely. There are others like me here that are serious. I'm serious. I'm the serious dancer, with a serious name, and serious straight brown hair, with serious clothes, and a serious look. I don't fool around. I refuse to joke, because jokes are pointless. The color made them fun, but now they aren't. That is why I'm serious. Now you know why my life is so dull and why my name is so bland now. I could never see color. That was why my life was black and white. That all changed when I met Curtis Calmeran.
