One year ago today at 1:34am, I got a text from my friend Rami that said āCall me asap. Important and serious.ā I called him immediately. He told me that our friend Danny had been killed in a car accident. I remember sitting in shock and disbelief, trying to process what he had just said. I could not understand how it could be possible. I met Danny after I first moved to New York eighteen years ago. He and my friend Kenny were both dancers with ABT, and right from the get go, there was no doubt that Danny was one of us. Part of our tribe. Our family. Our House of Joy. Danny had a spirit that shined brighter than most, a laugh that tickled your soul, and a gift for dance that was unparalleled. My earliest memories of living in New York are filled with the amazing times we spent together. The laughs, the music, the kikis, the carryings on. All of it. Danny made an imprint on my heart. I am forever changed by my friendship with him, and I am blessed to have been able to share time on this earth with him. I still canāt believe that he's gone, but I know that his spirit will live in me forever. (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMG9yG0hrFo/?igshid=jbjl7ll6v38j