more. Who was she to say what was real dancing, but apparently her words were enough for the little girl in the tutu. I should have let it go. I needed to, but as I watched that young girl, walking away from the dance circle with her head hung, I couldn’t help being affected. This girl’s enthusiasm, her passion, was crushed all because of one comment, all because one person said she couldn’t do something.
“Hey, little missy. You getting on?”
I looked up at the bus driver, the one waiting for me to board so he could leave. I held the handle, but found myself looking back to that little girl. I didn’t know how strong this girl felt about her style of dancing, or if she even wanted to dance professionally at all, but what I did know was we all deserved a chance to live for our passion. No matter how naïve those passions turned out to be.
Brody
When I didn’t see Alex at first glance, I just started walking. I stayed along the perimeter of the park. She no doubt went in deeper, but I figured she wouldn’t stay there. She had to leave the area eventually and the odds of me coming across her would be better this way. The urge to stop my search, give up before it barely began, tugged away at me. What if… what if she was trying to get away from me for some reason? What if I did something wrong and put her off? I realized what I’d done by taking advantage of a situation when she trusted me to get her to Texas. Maybe she realized that, too.
Thinking about that, my stomach turned and I did stop, gazing down at my hand. Opening it, a plastic ring met my eyes and I ended up shutting my lids.
I acted inappropriately with her and should have known better considering the way I found her. I gave her things, things like this ring and even money at one point. At the time, these things seemed innocent enough, but in hindsight, they were something I probably shouldn’t have done.
Looking up, I gazed across the park one last time. I never wanted to confuse Alex or make things unclear about my intentions, but with the things I gave her, I no doubt did.
My hand lowered and I turned to walk away. I turned to end things hoping for the best for her. I hoped she found that safety she needed. What that meant for her, safety, I didn’t know the extent of, but for me personally, I hoped she would gain some kind of freedom. She’d be free from her stresses and everything else that seemed to be weighing her down. I had no idea what that relief looked like for her, but when I finally spotted her over on a painted foursquare lot with people surrounding her, I believed I got an inkling of what that freedom might look like. They cheered her on. They cheered her on because she danced for them.
Spinning on her toes, hell, the tip of her boot , she made a360-degree rotation, but once she completed the spin she didn’t stop. She kept going, doing another and another. She spun forever, and though, what she was doing fascinated me, yes, what had me entranced was her . With the fluidity of her body during her movement, she looked like a bird cutting through the sky and a strong passion illuminated her face that made those eyes, so uneasy before, bright. This was a different girl out there, one I’d only caught glimpses of when I was fortunate enough to be let in through her laughter. I’d never seen her so free before.
I’d never seen her so alive.
Alexa
The chants of the crowd shot a pulse through me. Their cheers rooted me on, amped me up, and I continued to spin with the charge of them. This always happened. It always did when I did this, danced, no matter how long it had been. I was a slave to the movement in the best possible way. Doing this was a mistake, dancing. I knew that, but it didn’t feel like a mistake now. It never did. It only felt right.
I ended in the proper position as if I did this only yesterday. The body never forgets. Looking out to the crowd, I displayed my arms and form proudly and the
“Hey, little missy. You getting on?”
I looked up at the bus driver, the one waiting for me to board so he could leave. I held the handle, but found myself looking back to that little girl. I didn’t know how strong this girl felt about her style of dancing, or if she even wanted to dance professionally at all, but what I did know was we all deserved a chance to live for our passion. No matter how naïve those passions turned out to be.
Brody
When I didn’t see Alex at first glance, I just started walking. I stayed along the perimeter of the park. She no doubt went in deeper, but I figured she wouldn’t stay there. She had to leave the area eventually and the odds of me coming across her would be better this way. The urge to stop my search, give up before it barely began, tugged away at me. What if… what if she was trying to get away from me for some reason? What if I did something wrong and put her off? I realized what I’d done by taking advantage of a situation when she trusted me to get her to Texas. Maybe she realized that, too.
Thinking about that, my stomach turned and I did stop, gazing down at my hand. Opening it, a plastic ring met my eyes and I ended up shutting my lids.
I acted inappropriately with her and should have known better considering the way I found her. I gave her things, things like this ring and even money at one point. At the time, these things seemed innocent enough, but in hindsight, they were something I probably shouldn’t have done.
Looking up, I gazed across the park one last time. I never wanted to confuse Alex or make things unclear about my intentions, but with the things I gave her, I no doubt did.
My hand lowered and I turned to walk away. I turned to end things hoping for the best for her. I hoped she found that safety she needed. What that meant for her, safety, I didn’t know the extent of, but for me personally, I hoped she would gain some kind of freedom. She’d be free from her stresses and everything else that seemed to be weighing her down. I had no idea what that relief looked like for her, but when I finally spotted her over on a painted foursquare lot with people surrounding her, I believed I got an inkling of what that freedom might look like. They cheered her on. They cheered her on because she danced for them.
Spinning on her toes, hell, the tip of her boot , she made a360-degree rotation, but once she completed the spin she didn’t stop. She kept going, doing another and another. She spun forever, and though, what she was doing fascinated me, yes, what had me entranced was her . With the fluidity of her body during her movement, she looked like a bird cutting through the sky and a strong passion illuminated her face that made those eyes, so uneasy before, bright. This was a different girl out there, one I’d only caught glimpses of when I was fortunate enough to be let in through her laughter. I’d never seen her so free before.
I’d never seen her so alive.
Alexa
The chants of the crowd shot a pulse through me. Their cheers rooted me on, amped me up, and I continued to spin with the charge of them. This always happened. It always did when I did this, danced, no matter how long it had been. I was a slave to the movement in the best possible way. Doing this was a mistake, dancing. I knew that, but it didn’t feel like a mistake now. It never did. It only felt right.
I ended in the proper position as if I did this only yesterday. The body never forgets. Looking out to the crowd, I displayed my arms and form proudly and the
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