The Art Of Movement

Prologue

Bow to the crowd, and wait for music to start.

My mother said that when I first learned to walk, I stumbled around, and flailed my arms.

Raise right arm above head, curved, with left arm stretched to the left, and left leg bent, foot nearly touching the right knee.

But I was able to keep my balance.

Breathe in, out. In, out.

Unlike most kids, when placed on the ground on their first walk, they fall.

Lower left leg, cross over the right, and use arms as leverage to twist around.

I didn't.

In, out. In, out.

That was what intrigued her. Now that she looked back on it, she said, it wasn't like flailing around. She said those were like dance movements, something I was trying to express through moving.

Step back, with right arm in front, palm up. Left arm is covering the face, and the leg is bent again, leveled with the right knee.

I have a talent for dancing.

In, out. In, out. You can do this.

I've been dancing since I was two, doing splits, cartwheels and flips since I was three.

Drop to the ground, both palms to the floor.

It came natural to me, like breathing.

Breathe, Fie, breathe.

I entered in all kinds of dance competitions. It didn't matter what category, I was always the champion.

Lift both feet off the ground. Perform a handstand, with left leg bent.

Dancing was like an escape from reality.

In, out. In, out.

It wasn't just a way to express myself, it connected me to other people, and provided me with safety and freedom.

Straighten legs out, and lower them at at the back instead of the front, and touch the ground, forming a bridge.

When I danced, I poured my heart out. I used my emotions to my leverage. But I didn't always use emotions. Sometimes I use masks of it, to hide what I truly felt, or what really was happening in my world.

In, out. In, out.

Nobody can find out that my dad was a womanizer, but a really successful businessman (probably due to all his conquests).

From the bridge, stand up, face the crowd, and wait for a few seconds.

My mom knew all about it, but pretended not to care. Like me, she was good at hiding her emotions, masking them.

In, out. In, out, Fie, you've got this.

She controlled me, and taught almost everything I knew (not that I wanted to know some of those things).

Then, pull off a double back handspring.

I never went to school, and I don't want to anytime soon.

Breathe. Breathe.

I excelled in everything I did, but it seems that whatever I did wasn't enough.

In the middle of the second, twist body in the air, land on feet before doing a triple backflip.

Love? I've long forgotten the meaning of it. I remember being shown some of it, when I was a mere babe.

Stumble. My foot.... Hurts.

People always called me perfect, and I guess that's why a good percentage of them are attracted to me.

Raise right leg in the air, with the body at a 90 degree angle.

But beauty isn't all there is to life.

In, out. In, out. Focus!

I've had boyfriends, sure, but none that stay for long.

Lower right leg, twist around, and kick the air above head twice.

Dates? More than I can count.

Breathe. Ignore the pain.

But this year, I feel like things are changing, maybe I'm growing up.

Slide to the left, and do an air scorpion, no hands.

More drama is happening, more than I can handle. Too many new things, so much unfamiliarity.

In, out. In, out.

Three boys. Love has gotten really complicated.

Use momentum to slowly turn around, lowering body to a right split, which turns into a side split, which becomes a scorpion.

One last dance. To settle it all.

In, out. In, out. You did it.

This is The Art of Movement.

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Next three updates: Tuesday, 4/25/17, Wednesday, 4/26/17, and Thursday, 5/4/17

Yeah, it's kind of a stretch from April 27 to May 4, but classes aren't over yet. Yet. From May 2-4, it's my finals. I don't update on weekends, because I kinda have more time on weekdays than weekends, funnily enough. May 1 is a no too, I have to study for finals lol.

Okay, I'll be going now!

-Anna <3