Reasons Not To Die With Me

Day 2

When my mother was a young adult, she was already a prima ballerina. By the age of twenty one, she was already getting lead roles in ballet shows, playing from Clara from the
Nutcracker to Juliet of Romeo and
Juliet.

Before my parents died in a traumatic car accident when I was seven, she taught me how to do the basic steps of dancing.

And when she died, I didn't give
up. Even though I didn't have the
money to go to dance lessons, I would train myself at home, working on my technique and flexibility.

I stopped when I was twelve, just because I had given up hope.

So when Sana asked me earlier today what I've always wanted to be, I made the mistake by answering, 'a dancer'.

She wouldn't tell me at first where she was driving me, but I knew immediately when I walked in, and faced the empty stage.

"You're going to dance today, just you." Sana smiled proudly, already dragging me down the aisle to get up the stage.

My eyes widened, as I shook my head. "You're not making me go up there. I haven't danced in four years!"

Sana chuckled. "Well, it's never too late to start again, yeah?"

She gave me one big push, as I stumbled up on that stage. The bright lights shined down on me, making it hard for me to spot Sana on the crowd below. I squinted, raising a hand over my eyes.

"Sana, I don't think this is a good idea." I said.

"Come on! Just take off your shoes, and twirl around." Sana encouraged, making me cross my arms.

"Let's just go somewhere else, yeah?" I suggested, as I began to walk down the stairs.

Before I could, Sana stopped me, as she hopped on the stage himself. She pressed a button on the remote she had on his hand.

Immediately, a song began to play
from the speakers. The song was
had a nice rhythm to it, and it was
definitely lyrical.

"If you don't dance anytime soon, I'll make you." Sana warned, taking her hand in mine.

I pursed my lips, as she led me to the middle of the stage.

"Now, I don't know much about dancing. But, just follow my lead, okay?" Sana said.

I hesitantly nodded, feeling a familiar feeling in my stomach. Sana placed two hands around my neck, as I slowly placed my hands around her waist.

Needless to say, Sana was not quite
the dancer. Too many times, she stepped on my foot. I stared up to her eyes, as they sparkled down on my dull ones. Her eyes ignited with something that I haven't seen in so long...hope.

Soon, I began to lose myself to the
music. I don't know when Sana started to let go, but she did. I let
myself go as I did multiple turns,
something I've been practicing for
years. As I leapt across that stage with such graceful movement, I saw my mother standing by the stage, watching me with tears in her eyes, tears of joy.

I only realized that I was dancing
a solo when the music ended, and
I found Sana standing below stage,
smiling up at me.

"That was amazing." She finally said, making me let out a deep breath of air.

"That felt so good." I whispered under my breath, but I knew Sana could still hear me. "I felt like my mom was there with me."

"So dancing, it connects you with your mother?" she asked, as I came down the stage, wiping the sweat across my forehead.

I licked my lips, as Sana stared down at me. "I don't know." I muttered.

Sana gave me a small smile. “Just think about it, Tzuyu. If you performed as well as you did just now, you have a whole future ahead of you."

I laughed weakly. “But, I would never have enough money
to get classes."

"Don't give up on it, Tzuyu." She patted my back.

"Sometimes, it's not about the
money. It's about talent. If you love
dancing, don't let go of it."

And that's my second reason for you to live...dancing