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@magicdrihouse
that boy.
i have always said that dance is hard and you have to be able to deal with the psychical pain that comes with it: bruises, pulled muscles, injuries, soreness, the list goes on and on. Recently though ive realized the metal aspects of dance. it is so infuriating when learning to dance, which truly never ends. there are so many things to think about, pull up, shoulders back, straight legs, pointed toes,arm placement, spotting, and so much more. It becomes overwhelming. im in all "advanced" classes with the elite girls, who are nearly perfection, and it is intimidating to dance with them. This has a big factor in the metal stress. I consistently feel like im not even that im being judge and "the bad one." the number of breakdowns caused by this is too high to count. I love to dance so im not going to quite but dance is hard: mentally and physically.
I feel as if I hide behind technology, not appreciating life or experiencing emotions. I feel as if I don't actually live. I'm just watching the next movie or show or scrolling through the next page on tumblr. Technology can do great things, but what happens when you use it as a security blanket? So, I'm challenging myself tomorrow, and I'm actually going to do this, to do a full 24 hours of no iPod, phone, or laptop. I am going to do something productive and enjoy life, talk to my siblings. It supposed to be summer and were supposed to be making memories with our families and instead I tell mine to leave me alone because I'm watching something. So, tomorrow will be hard but I'm going to do it. No technology for 24 hours.
at the studio, the rooms on the outside wall have huge windows, and the studio is in a relatively big shopping center. theres always people walking past these big windows. and of these people every once in a while there will be a little kid, boy or girl, and their parent. occasionally, this little kid will slow their pace and be fixed on what they can see through the window, which is me among many others running a combo in almost perfect sync, sweating, and throwing our bodies around. and if youre lucky the little one will run up to the window, face pressed to to the glass fogging it up, trying to get as close as possible to the magical thing that is dance.when i see this little kid out of the corner of my eye i dance harder and put more into what ever i am doing because i remember being the little kid. i remember being young and watching the older girls do amazing things with their bodies and doing it effortlessly, or so i thought. but as i grew i learned dance is not effortless, instead it takes hours and hours of training, painful injuries, crazy amounts of stamina, strength, and a passion that can not be altered. dance is hard work and anyone can do it but only the ones with an undying love for it will actually make it in the dance world. many quit dance because they do not think the effort, injuries, always being sore, and never ending tiredness is worth the three minutes you get on stage. but i had i not been that little one in the window watching the older girls making it look easy and magically tells a beautiful story through movement i would not have started dancing. so when i see that little one in the window with big eyes and a face of astonishment i realize this could be the moment in their life that will forever change them. it may not be for the best dance is incredibly hard on the body, but dance is a wonderful art and a beautiful sport. dance brings me an incredible feeling that i can not describe or put in to words and is something i will never give up. so if i could help give this passion and love to someone else just by dancing bigger, making it look easy, and maybe even smiling through the pain, i will. this split second could change a young child forever and it is the greatest feeling in the world to maybe just maybe be part of what sparks that change.
the names adrianna im currently 15 and i love life (most the time) and thats all really for now