Friday Night Dances

I run out onto the field to take my starting pose. At first, I gawkily sit there waiting for the music to start; once it does, I feel my body taking over, transforming me into a better version of myself. As the music continues I'm more relaxed, until I hear my friends start to cheer my name from the bleachers. Anxiousness begins to take over until I tell my mind to stop. The nerves that just entered my body have immediately vanished, and I now use them as fuel to push myself harder. More and more people start to cheer my name forcing me to dance that much more intensely because I know people are cheering for me for a reason and I want them to continue to watch me. The ultimate liveliness I fell at this moment is why I dance. Dancing is what keeps me together and being able to show my peers what I love is incredible because they are able to see my passion. As the routine begins to end I'm enervated; however, I use my weariness to work more to finish the routine. I strike my final posse, completely elated with my performance. As I run off the field, hearing the applause, I know this is what I love and the thing in my life I know will forever remain apart of who I am.