"Just move," she told him. "Close your eyes and just move." He closed his eyes, and slowly started to move his legs. He had no idea what he was doing but he really liked her and wanted her to see that he could be fun.
"I can't do it," he said to her as he put his hands on his hips. "I just feel silly, I can't do it like you." She smiled as she walked over to him. "How do you dance like that and not care about anything going on around you." She stood on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.
"When I'm dancing that is the only moment in the world that matters. The song that is playing is my favorite song, and is playing only for me. When you see me moving it's my soul trying with all its might to escape. My soul hates not being able to show off how happy it is. I dance because my feet have no other way to smile. I dance because sometimes words just aren't enough and you just have to express yourself. I dance to prove that I can stand alone in a crowd and that be ok."
I've been in New York for a year, the desire is still tact, the dream is still alive and kicking, and I'm wearing sunglasses. Hit it.
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