Prologue
I'm Colombia, the tap dancing slut. It wasn't always like this you know. I was a good Christian for a while. Then things happened. So I guess this is my story. I've never told anybody, so here goes.
Chapter 1
I was born in Penticton BC Canada. Not what you were expecting right? Well that's the place. Probably the smallest town on earth.
My father died in a car crash before I was born. He was from Columbia so my mom gave me that name.
Growing up with only a mom was ok I guess. She was really religious, so it was church every Sunday, praying before everything, and not much freedom.
But she got me into dancing, so I'm grateful for that. She took me to the only dance studio in our district. It was a 20 minute drive both ways. But she knew I had talent.
At some point or another, I did every dance they taught, from Ballet to Musical Theater, Tango to Charleston. But the only one I stuck with was tap. It was the only one that seemed to give me the attention I wanted with the flashy costumes and loud steps.
I guess growing up without a dad made me awkward around guys. I only had one date in high school. It was for prom. But I was happy.
I realize now I probably could have gotten any boy at that school. I just didn't want any. I mean, I still had crushes and stuff, but I didn't want to commit, and wasn't ready for sex. I only wanted a prom date, because, well everyone wants a prom date.
After prom, my mom asked me what I was gonna do with myself. I said I wanted to become a tap dancer. And my mom was ok with that. She said the college 3 hours away had a great dance program, and that she'd want to pay my tuition. I loved her so much.