There I was, standing in the middle of a dance studio.

My second nature and language is the one of rhythm, movement, and pure talent.

My heart, a giant ember of pure genius, tells me how to move and what to do next. So, this room, full of mirrors and newly polished hardwood floors, illuminated the beastly character within me.

This beast I speak of, never leaves. He screams, he scrapes at my soul until I do a full pirouette. I spin, spin, spin, until he has crushed his anger down to small eminent light years that never existed.

The love of this room strangles me until I have no choice but to fight back.