Nightly Writings in the Alley: They mistakenly called me Donut.
Dancer. Singer. Actress. Writer. Musician. Student. Explorer. Traveler. Schemer. Choreographer. Teacher. Dreamer.
In rehearsals when your steps become a blind daze because you’re so exhausted. The fourth time through, and all eyes are on you. The energy that I work so hard to bring to the stage will be the death of me.
do you ever just see someone that you’re close to and think about how out of the 7 billion people on the earth and the infinite possibilities life could have presented you with, somehow you were fortunate enough to have someone like that in your life
There isn’t a day that goes by when I’m not thankful for being a dancer. I mean, who knows what kind of trouble I’d be up to if I didn’t dance. I love those girls because they’re family and I’m terrified to leave.
I don’t want to be just another dancer who came and went. I’ve made my mark, I want to be remembered. It’s sad, these girls don’t know the names of the dancers in our picture books. I want them to remember me after I’ve left.
This is my family. I want to dance with them forever.
I’ve been staring at this clock for the past 30 minutes wishing to sleep. I could talk to someone…. But the only ones who would answer me are just going to be perverts who I really don’t want to waste my time with. Let me sleep.
Please no nightmares.