Now I Remember

It's nights like this that I remember why I love to dance.  It's Friday...acro night.  And it went really well, as per usual.  I also got paid tonight and I picked out the costumes for the recital this spring. 

The best part though, was after class.  On of my best friends, Jenny, stopped by the studio after my last class.  Jenny is a dancer as well and she is two years older than me.  We would always practice partner moves when we were in show choir (she's in college now) but we've never been able to dance together because we danced at two different studios.  The other day, Jenny texted me saying that she absolutely needed to dance a piece with me, so I told her to come in to the studio this evening after my last class. 

The dance we did was to "Beside You" by Mariana's Trench.  I'd never heard that song before but I love it now!  Jenny and I work so well together, it's crazy.  We used to choreograph a lot of show choir pieces together and we would always have to same exact ideas.  Her boyfriend jokingly calls us "The Brain", meaning that we both share one half of the same brain.  He thinks he's cute. 

We worked for about two hours and got just over a minute done in the dance (mind, during the two hours we also took pictures of each other, caught up on life, and took several video takes of the dance until we got it just perfect).  The dance, if I do say so myself, is perfect.  I couldn't imagine it working out any better than the way it did tonight. 

Sometimes I lose track of why I dance.  I get overwhelmed with school work, family obligations, drama rehearsals and drama in general and I wonder why I spend so much of my time dancing.  I regret it most when I see the multiple recruiting letters my twin brother (who can run a mile in four minutes and change and was the only one on his cross country team to make it to the state meet this year...might I mention that he only ran cross country in his spare time as varsity soccer held precedent in his sporting queue) receives per week.  I sometimes regret my choice to pursue the least quantifiable form of athleticism.  But then I night like this happens.  And I go home afterwards and I take off my dance clothes and realize that I'm bleeding and brush burned and bruised.  And I'm sweaty and sore and tired.  And I feel...so relaxed.  I finally feel like every thing in my life is lined up, no matter how stressful the week was.  Yes, nights like this remind me that I'm a dancer to the bone.

Check out my YouTube channel, acrobaticallyapt, a recording of our piece will be uploaded by the time you read this.