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Twinkle Toes

    To be a dancer, is something to be very proud of.  It's the ability to express emotions through movement.  Balancing your mind and body through different motions, to create meaning.  It takes pure passion, and willingness to feel and be whatever the movements, and music are depicting.  
    Sorry people, I just needed to let that out.  I have retired my dancing shoes this past year to grasp hold of another dream.  But, I'll never forget anything I've learned, or any of the excitement that dancing gave me.  My dancing career lasted only 9 years, that's a pitiful number compared to many other dancers that have danced 15 and 20+ years.  Seeing dancers perform, is probably one of the finest things a person can do, but to BE one of those dancers... That's a totally different thing. 
    Your one mission is to go out on that stage and tell them a story.  Exposing your very soul to them, so they can feel the raw emotions you're pouring out to them, through sweat, and the pain in your feet.  From ballet flats, to tap shoes, to jazz shoes, to the ever graceful pointe shoe!  Every style has a story that must be told with passion.
   

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