Sun Dancer
This is just like a introduction. Let me know what you think :D
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The throbbing of my throat, the constriction of my lungs, the blazing heat on my face and the rest of my body was the only thing I could feel. No thoughts, just the beat of the music sending vibrations through my body. Creating movements in my arms, legs, head, and deep in my soul. I was no mind or body, just fluid movements, one with music. I was creating a masterpiece. Not one seen hanging on a wall or one you pay 100 dollars for to watch people try and recreate a grand art only to see people dancing. That's right dancing, just dancing. Not art or watching a soul join with music and become free of there own body's restrictions. Just dancing.
My masterpiece was just every emotion entwining with the music's ups and downs creating sweeps and dives, swivels and jumps, reaching to find nothing. My master piece was the gateway to my peace and sanity. Sure it would end in a short hour to be reawakened to the cruel world. Back to the harsh winds of reality and deception of opportunity. But in that hour I'm regroup and open all my feelings into the world with no harm to come of it. My sanity clamed once more but soon it will just to have stress and problems stack up once again to bring me close to the brink of explosion. This would lead to a slip up, ones I don't want to happen any more, it destroys all that I wish for. One slip up is all it takes and once again I move to another big city where I have to blend into the fast moving rivers of people until I become one. It is always so painful; my mom didn't want me to live my life this way. I'm not saying I forgive her; she tried to kill me for god's sake. I just understand apart of her reasoning, she was always running from one small town to another. Which was not very smart since little towns tend to notice things faster; which is why I stick to the massively populated cities.
I feel so free and on top of the world, even the threat of a slip up can't bother me right now, which is saying some thing since I am always worrying. I always feel this way after dancing. Even thought it may only last until I reach the outside life of New York, I cherish this feeling and always look forward to it during the clutter filled days that are my life.
The music has stopped now and I notice my harsh breathing and the cold stage under my feet. It is amazing, how when dancing, the world just disappears into nothing but hitting the right notes on the right foot and letting my body expresses itself.
"Julie your times up. Sweep the stage and turn out the lights on you way out," Billy Smith, the theaters attendant, barked from the theater entrance. Mid-30 aged man, stubby and balding. Rather sour man if I must say so. I guess that tends to happen to a balding mid-30 aged unmarried man who hasn't had a date since the stalker chick from 2 years ago.
Grabbing the broom from back stage I started sweeping the floor from the back to the front than back up again. Giving a quick sigh I jump down from the stage, collect my C.D from the player, my bad from one of the fold down satin seat. I walked up the isle to the doors. I turned looked back at the stage. Giving a small smile I turned out the lights and headed for the doors to the outside world of busy New York.