Last Kiss (#writewithZo)

Last Kiss

Slide, Left, Right, Slide, Back, Pop, Dab, Kneel.

I practiced the routine for the umpteenth time. Dance is my favourite thing in the World and my means of self expression.

I came to this town only six months ago and my Aunt suggested I join this dance studio since I love dance so much and I thought, why not?

They were in need of a last minute replacement and I just happened to waltz in at the right time. Literally.

I love dance. It's the only thing I can be sure with. I have no idea what my life was like before I came to this town. Not an inkling. But when I dance, it's like I connect with a part of my old self, even if I don't know who that really was.

But one thing is for sure, the old Mazie Greegrass and the current one are connected by dance.

This studio was one of the best in the town. They've won so many competitions, it's hard to keep track. It's especially hard being the new girl.

People look at me funny when I tell them that I don't remember ever taking dance lessons. What they don't know is that I have no idea who I've been for years.

What I was told was I lost my memory and my parents in an accident. I mean, I can't really argue much when they tell me things because there's only so much I can argue with if there's so little I know.

The beat kept going and so did I. Gliding, Sliding, Twisting, Turning to the music. For the big finish, I leaped in the air and split just as the beat ended.

I restarted the the track as well as the whole routine. When I dance, I feel complete again. If there was a way to put it, it's that I feel how I'm supposed to feel. How my old self would have felt.

I feel alive.

I feel free.

I feel whole.

I feel like me.

But can I ever be me I don't know who that is?

Side step, Jump, Stomp, Clap, Break, Whine, Roll, Stomp.

How can I be Mazie Greegrass if I don't know who she is? Who she was? Is she still in here?

Flip.

Who was she? Who was I ? Was she fun? Was she expressive?

I don't know the answer to those questions but I do know that she was a dancer.

I want to find out who I am. Who I was before the accident. Who I used to be. This is the only way.

I don't know why but ever since I came from the hospital, one thing rang in my ears. I don't know what connection it has with my past or with me as a person.

One thing woke up with me every morning and went to bed with me every night.
That thing, the words "Last Kiss". I will find out what it was to me.