Chapter 1: Faith

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Every day the same thing. Continuously repeating the same movement but I can't seem to get it right. Why can't I get it right?

I record it, look in the mirror to see my extensions, I practice over and over all day long  and I ask for feedback but it's always the same things. Your perfect or it's perfect or you nail it. NO I CANT DO IT. STOP LYING.

Laying on the floor catching my breath. My dark chocolate eyes stare intently at the ceiling  wondering will I ever be as good as I want? Can I ever be an amazing dancer that excites and tells a story through my own movements?

I turn to the side and look at the trophies that have proudly been placed on the shelves. All saying 1st place dancing competition at so and so. I don't deserve them. Why do I have them? Why do I even try, I can never be good enough!

I check the time to see it's very late. Grabbing my bag and putting on my trainers I let down my long chestnut hair. I fixed my mask on my face and walk off into the darkness of the street to my safe place; otherwise known as my home.

Define 'ㄗモ尺下モ匚匕'  Dancer - Jimin FFWhere stories live. Discover now