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Breakdance and Ballet

Breakdance and Ballet

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You can say break dancing and ballet are two different styles of dancing. I have a mother who grew up dancing ballet, and I had a father who grew up dancing break dance. I had the choice of learning either of those two, and I chose break dance. My father, my mother, and twin brother Jeyson were proud of me dancing, especially my dad. But ever since my father passed away I was forced into being a ballerina. Break dancing and ballet are different styles of dancing. And now I can say, I am both now: a street dancer and a ballerina.
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