My muscles tell me they need a rest I tell my muscles to surpass themselves Advertisements
Standing alone Steamed by spotlights Whipped my hair and made a side wave Perfect No one saw the stretching trainings done Kicked my leg to the sky Applause Nobody knew about the years spent for a flawless kick split One tiny trip The audience gasped No one understood how slippery the floor was Everybody believed… Continue reading The Stage
The one and only key To nail it Is not about having the genes Or about having the best dance fashion style Or about having the best stage design It is the old saying ‘Practice makes perfect’
Corner of my mouth raised As I watched you danced My routine. Learning, growing, glowing. While you felt inspired by me, You apprentices, too, inspired me.
Sole dancer on stage, I presented every drop of my sweat to the audience. Some looked, with a smirk. Some scorned, and left. Seated so comfortably, Your appreciative eyes never left me. The only one left, Your attention grew. Eyeing you, I danced. For you and only you, I danced on. You stood up. I… Continue reading The Audience
Pumping beats into my ears, My eyes are closed in pleasure. I feel every drop of music. My heartbeat goes parallel with the bass. A miniature me inside my head Moves to the music. Sitting so still with earphones on, They think I am just another visitor napping.
Music pumping through my ears into my head. All I feel are the tightening and movement of my muscles. All on my mind are my strength and flexibility. More, harder, better. Nothing else matters. One goal.