My life was once normal. I dance and I live. Average, Normal, and dance use to sum up my life until I met him. He told me that I wasn't human, that I was special and that he was too. I believe him because the things he has shown me. Now I will never...
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This chapter is for aprilghosh for being a great reader! What do you think of the cutie up there?
I head down into the basement into my dance area. I stretch my legs out on the wooden bar the connects to the mirror that surrounds the dance room or the basement in the other words.
Swalla comes on and I let my body move with the music. I spin around and bend backwards before moving side to side and stop when Drake says his name.
I lift my foot in the air and spin and bend backwards putting my foot over my bent body. I bend myself up and then fall the floor and spin on the floor ending in the splits while Manaj raps. I dance while I'm down on the floor until her part is done.
I get up when they say shimmy and move left to right swing my hair. At the end of the song I turn around with my fade covered by my hand and hip cocked to the side.
To Build A Home comes on and I let ballet take over. I walk on my toes acting out the story of the song.
I spin myself on both feet slowly and bend over with every solid piano note that sticks out.
I fall to the floor, I cock my body up as the piano gets going faster and make it look like I'm growing.
I stand and put my leg out spinning myself for so long until I can't anymore and bend as he sings.
I run and fall to the floor gracefully and roll myself on the ground as the song comes to an end.
I lay on the floor and look up at the ceiling as I catch my breath. I close my eyes and listen to my heart best quickly.
"SOPHIE!" A little voice calls running into my dance studio. I sit on my knees and pull the little three year old to my. I squeeze him into a hug that he returns.
"Hey, I missed you, Daniel." I say and he smiles. "Want to dance?" I ask and he nods his head. "What song?" I ask going through my music.
"Stronger." He says and I roll my eyes. Of course he picks a Kanye West song. I play it and he starts dancing, the one that we learned. For a kid his age, he is really good.
We have been working on this dance for a couple of weeks now. I stand next to him, as lift our hands up and bend back. Our hands reach the floor and we flip over. I do it, but he falls.
"Oh. Daniel, are you okay?" I ask him pulling him to a standing position. He laughs and nods his head. I kiss the top of his head. We continue with the song and so a flip at the end. He mastered this flip.
