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See Me Dance

They say dance is the closest feeling to flying.
You leap. You turn. You lift.
You smile no matter how deep the pain.

Why do you dance?
Is it just for fun?
Or, is it, literally the only thing to keep you from killing yourself.
You can dance in the darkness.
You can be center stage.
What matters?

I search through the audiance for just one familiar face.
They are all strangers.
I am alone.
In the theatre of thousands.
They all paid to see me, ME!
The biggest theatre.
My dreams come true.
Yet no one is with me.
I don’t get flowers.
I don’t get hugs.
I don’t get my parents coming to every show.
No one is going to see me dance, but me.

The lights shine on me as though I am the only girl on stage.
as though there is no one watching.
Dance your heart out.
Be outside of you own body.
Don’t be afraid to shine.
Don’t be afraid to fall.
I jump. I leap. I turn.
All I see are the lights.
They are like little humming birds flying all around me.
My brain is detached from my body.
It is just me, and dance.
Who is watching?
Who is chearing?
I hear nothing.
I feel everything.

Take my hand.
And let us dance.
What do you want?
I don’t care.
Just take my hand.
Touch my body.

I know you’ve been looking at her all night.
But all I want is you,
So, take my hand.
Dance with me.
Touch my body.
I can be yours.
Just us.
Let us make the 4 minutes count speaking through nothing by touch alone.

Do you see me?
Do you see me dance?
Do you see how much I want you?
I want your attention.
For only four minutes.
On me.
It’s four minutes in heaven.
For me.

Author:

Bridget Zhang is a dancer. performer. choreographer. teacher. writer. photographer. lover. daughter. granddaughter. niece. family. friend.

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