I dance.
It really mean everything to me. It gives me life. The friends that I dance with are my sisters. They understand me more clearly than anyone else in the world. Than myself.
I have never felt more alive than I have this week. This weekend is our spring performance weekend. The single 3 days that we have worked for all year long. Not one show, but 10, 11, 12. Hours upon hours of time at the theatre. Tech. Dress. Where’s your costume. Wait go back to the studio. Pointe your toes. Breathe.
I just had my very last class with all of my closest friends in the world. They are graduating. I’m not.
I don’t know what to feel anymore. Anxiety. Sadness. Excitement.
For now I just live.
Live through the lights, the blue satin costumes, the squeek of pink leather on the coaked stage, the hugs from friends.
Anyway I took a few pictures last night at rehearsal of my beautiful friends. They impress me more and more each day. Oh and the last one is me.
