Dance of My Life (Dream Series 1)

PERFORMANCE 9

CHAPTER 9

Cross the Line

The moment I am already in the stage, waiting the song to play in the background. I focus my mind on my family, thinking that they are watching me right now in a crowd.

Ngayon nakahanda na ako, hawak ang brush at palette na may iba't ibang kulay ng paint, hinihintay ko nalang na magsimula ang kanta.

"I follow my heart...

Somehow its always seem to know..."

When I heard the music played, slowly I stroked my paint brush at the canvas to start my painting, walang ginagawang anumang steps. I am just there, standing beside the canvas and stroking the brush para makabuo ng imahe.

"And when I dance,

My feet are dreaming, I close my eyes

and let it go...."

Patuloy pa rin ako sa pagpipinta kaya nakarinig na ako ng ingay sa crowd.

"Bakit hindi pa siya nagsisimulang sumayaw?"

"Why she's just painting? Did she really know that this is a dance competition?"

"Tingin niya yata random talent competition ito."

Hindi ko sila pinansin. That kind of people doesn't know how to see the real meaning of dance. It should have a story to tell. Hindi lang basta sayaw.

"The music flows through me

I know I will be fine...."

Mabilis lang ang naging galaw ko, a girl dancing in my painting starting to appear.

"Listen to the beat of your heart..."

Still holding the paint brush on my right hand, I step forward and started to make a movement. Inangat ko ang dalawa kong kamay sa ere at umikot ng dalawang beses papunta sa kaliwa na parang ballerina. Ibinaba ko ang isa kong kamay, shoulder level at nanatili sa itaas ang isa na may hawak na paint brush. I pointed it to the ceilling kasabay ng kanan kong paa.

I did this step because I want my family to see that I can do both, painting and dancing. Na gusto ko rin naman ang pagpipinta. Kailanman ay hindi ko inayawan ito.

Only our situations that I hate, because they just only want in front of my canvas not my passion, and not my dreams.

"Keep on dancing, keep on dancing....

Shining just as bright as the stars,

Keep on dancing, keep of dancing…"

I jump high stretching my both legs, I did it twice. This movement is my sisters favorite steps. Mula noong makita ko itong sinayaw niya, doon ako nagdesisyon na sumayaw din, hindi para gayahin siya kundi para gawin ang gusto ko. Noong araw na iyon, sinalungat ko ang gusto ng mga magulang ko sa akin.

"’Cause dance is who I am."

Without dance I am nothing, hindi ako masaya. Hindi ko alam kung bakit hindi iyon makita ng pamilya ko.

I bend backward and do a tumbling, both my legs are straightly high. Pabalik ako sa pagpipinta. But I did it with a few steps slowly at hindi nalang nakatayo katulad ng ginawa ko noong una.

   

This is the story of my performance, at first I am pursuing painting just like my grandmother wants. But when the day my sisters ask a favor to me saying that I will paint her while she's dancing.