what if I had stamina
that’d be cool
Dancing when you’re in college isn’t easy. Not just because you’ve got to split your time between class, homework, a job, and practicing, but because people will find it strange that you have yet to shed that “childhood hobby”. You’ll laugh politely when people exclaim “you still do that? Huh, that’s nice.” You don’t let on that you still spend your days running steps through your head during lectures, that you choreograph to the radio while you drive, that when you stretch out your legs during a movie you’re considering if the pull will result in longer extensions. Your world revolves even more around dance than ever. You are twenty-one now and though you know you’ll never be a real performer, you still have champion dreams, you thrive off the days where you know you’ll be teaching bright young rascally things and practicing till the sky gets dark and sometimes till the stars turn on. You’re twenty one and have prepared to enter the real world, but you have never been more aware that your world is that of dance and you worry that there’s room for little else.
—I was trying to write a character and instead I just wrote me.