Late night. Wake up early. Rain, grey, dark, cold. Gym. NLE. In-Class Essay.
Sit around. Call him back. Talk, fight, yell, frustration, anger. Ugh.
Cool down. Apologize. Move on. Let well enough alone. Scenes.
Make a friend. Drink some liquid hyper. Change into leggings, slide on the tap shoes.
And then.
Energy! Smile-beaming, toe-pointing, ponytail-twirling energy!
Wash the troubles right out of your hair!
Sell it! Own it!
Twirly twirly twirly. Live adorably.
Get to my partner. Run, run, run!
Chase, turn! Chase, turn! Swing swing swing! Rock!
Chene, chene, chene, jump into his arms! Ta daaaaaa!!!!
One-and-a-two-and-a-three! Da-da, da da, da!
Tap, twirl, click! Applause coming from my very own feet.
On the beat, between the beat, be the beat.
Nail it.
There is just...there is just nothing like it.
♪: "Electricity" from Billy Elliot
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