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I snapped my fingers and stomped my foot on the floor. My hips undulated and I bent my elbows to follow their movements. It was as if the music went along with me, not the opposite.
My last class of the evening had just finished, and my students were gone. Now I could dance by myself for an hour before the studio closed. It was the best I could come up with on a Friday night. While most twenty-year-olds were getting ready for parties, dinners, and dates, I was sweating in a dance classroom.
Just my kind of night.
I clapped my hands and, with the music, spun. As my body naturally followed the rhythm, my mind raced.
It had been a week since my mother appeared back in my life, and she was already trying to take more than I was ready to offer. In the past week, she had showed up at my a
