I look around the room, I can name every girl. Some of us are swaying to the rhythm of the gentle beat working its way through the room, the rest of us are singing along while stretching for some unknown reason The song that's playing is some piano, a beautiful fluid voice sings next to it.
This describes
the scene on Wednesday at my dance studio. All twenty-eight of us in one room, the parents in the room next to us. As I'm sitting there I realized that these girls, me included, have been touched by... I can't exactly put it into words.
The best way is probably...
touched by rhythm. We have a deeper connection than I can ever hope to have with my friends outside of dance, we've worked together sense we were in kindergarten, sometimes earlier. I trust them like sisters, I don't have any actual sisters so this is closer than I ever hoped to be to actually having some. I just wasn't expecting to have twenty-seven. We know each other so well I'm surprised that I can't read their minds. Some of the girls are in other levels but we still are connected, I am the only girl who goes to GUS but I am still closer friends with them than the kids at my school. Go out in the world and try and pick out the girls (or boys) who have been
touched by rhythm. They move differently like, for example, they look like they're dreaming, or dancing through life. Good Luck!!
Water ripples
I seem to have many differences from the world around me, that only a few people truly understand me. Even they can be confused sometimes by the wonder and oddness of my psychological mind. I feel I have a unique mindset on the rest of the world. I have different ways of looking at things, such as the stars, moon, and sky. There are many legends and explanations about how the stars came about. The Eskimo's believe that on the darkest nights their dead ancestors come out to dance and the stars are the lights around the dance floor. While the Mayans believed that the Milky Way was a road to walk on to the underworld. There are many more but I like my own 'myth' I personally think that God made the sun to bright and it was making the Earth sizzle. So a few brave birds flew up to the heavens and begged God to make the sun smaller, he agreed that it should be smaller, but it wasn't possible he had already made it. One of the birds suggested that he rip the sun, and spread the pieces into the night sky. God enjoyed this idea, but he would need a volunteer to do the task. All the birds wanted to do it. But only two were chosen, the birds flew up and ripped the sun until it was half its original size. They then scattered the shreds across the sky, the largest becoming the Milky Way. As you can see the stars can give us much wonder and confusion. I hope this gives you some insperation or an idea or something.
