i watch him dance, it was gentle, a ballet version of contemporary, so different from me.
soft, where i was hard
relaxed but sure, where i was sharp and forceful.
both a story to see and feel, but different in the way the story was being told.
he moved with the grace if a seasoned dancer
a soft confidence you could see vibrate off of him as he moved
he was a dancer who knew that every move held a meaning.
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philophobia
Teen Fictiona girl who fears falling in love, she doesn't want to, she spends her time at college working on her dance major. She is one who loves to dance and has a story to tell through the music. but what happens when her moves dont align with the music? whe...
