Army of Two

one

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I backed up to the right wall of the spacious room, gripping my hands around the railing. My phone that was plugged into the studio's stereo system finished off with the last song, before the next was about to play. It was a catchy beat so I was easily able to throw out whatever moves I could in order to properly conjure up a routine that would best fit my standards. I stood and waited for the song to change, trying my best not to pay attention to the excessive sweat pouring down my forehead. It dripped down the side of my face, tickling my skin a little bit and making me vigorously shake my head.

"Focus." I breathed. It sounded a little strange talking to myself but I was the only one in the studio. I was usually the only one here at this time of night and I guess you could say people know me as the fanatic little dancer. I can't help the fact I stay here all day; especially now, when I have this huge opportunity just down the road from me.

The beautiful thing about the country that I live in is that there are places that make you feel like a star. They make you feel like you're on top of the world when you're in them, and that's exactly what I want once I move out. Take New York, for example. It's big, busy, and full of great things to do and people to see...you feel like you could become a Broadway star or live in a fancy high-rise with the perfect view of the city. Or Miami too; the bright lights, pretty beaches, the constant feelings of adrenaline you get when you're with the craziest night live out there. There are a lot of other great cities, don't get me wrong, but no matter how hard you try...when you think of America and being the best, you think of Los Angeles. LA for short, as most people would call it. 

That's the place you want to go. That's where literally any of your dreams can come true; with the nice weather, hopping streets and sparkly oceans, it's a beautiful city. I mean...its California, right? What more could you want? It's the place to be discovered for being yourself. You could be an actress, singer, songwriter, street performer...or even a dancer like myself, and you feel like you're at home. LA is the place you go when you want to make something big of yourself. It's everything you could ever ask for when you're just an 18 year old dreamer like me.

I'm an 18 year old graduate from a small little high school in my even smaller town just outside of Baltimore, Maryland. Living in such a boring and rural place on the East coast my whole life is just another factor that adds to my ever growing desire to make it over to the other, more extraordinary side of the country.

If it wasn't apparent enough, I love to dance. I can't remember the first time I tried dancing but all I seem to remember are the frilly tutus I wore as a beginner ballerina when I was little. I can't thank myself enough for sticking to it for all these years. It's grown into so much more than just a hobby or way to exercise; it's a passion. My passion that I find to be the only way to fully express myself and tell people what I'm all about. For the past 15 years or so, my dance styles have varied. First it was ballet, then it was jazz and hip-hop, soon enough I got into all this contemporary stuff that I loved for while...but sure enough, I came back to hip-hop. I don't know why I've grown to love it...but I just find it exhilarating. It's a cool twist to the sense of beauty than ballet and contemporary have.

As far as my dream of LA goes, I used to stress out about what college would end up being right for me when I got to this age, but it was only about a year and a half ago that I found exactly what I was looking for. A well known, yet not an absolutely huge school, called the Los Angeles School of Performing Arts. Gosh, even the name sounds promising. It's for people like me; people who love to dance. And anything else that has to do with performing acts. The minute I discovered it I thought about how much it would mean to me, and my dream, if I was to get a scholarship there. Think about it; the perfect city, the perfect school, fit for the perfect dream. Honestly, it's all I want to do. It's already all I do. My days have been just school, dance, school, dance and so on for years. Now that I'm finally out of school, I can focus on what I need to do in order to get into that school.