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When we were young we were dazzled by these unreachable champions. They wore beautiful dresses and they flew like birds across the stage. We never could see the hours of practice and injuries at that age. We only saw power and grace perfected.

There was so much love in that young, pigeoned toed dancer’s heart. All she wanted to do was learn how to fly too. How to learn to be a musician with her feet. Creating rhythms that feel like a heart beat. It was that little girl’s everything Always keeping her awake at night with dreams.

And now she is older, she is you. Standing before a mirror and not sure on what to do. You’re tired and it feels like those dreams seemed to slip away You can’t pin point when or what day But somehow they did. And you’re starting to feel undone. As if failure has won.

But hope is not lost. I hope the missing puzzle piece hits you one day, When you finish that move you have been working months on. When you finally get it and the pride comes rushing in. When you finally win that 1st. Let it all rush in and never let it go.

I hope you fall head over heels for dance once more. Eager to walk through the studio’s doors And make yourself into exactly who that little girl knew you could be. Because you can.

I hope you fall so in love that it becomes the reason you breathe. That it fills you with so much fulfillment and happiness, That the blisters and bruises just don’t matter. Because you proved that you could do it.

I hope that all of that love and passion pays off. That one day, you will get that recall. That you might find yourself on that podium. Or whatever goal you dreamed of at night, while you ran through your steps in your head. Right before bed, Every night you saw yourself in that place.

Everybody’s cracking jokes about how it’s a desperate attempt to stay relevant in the age of Amazon.

The stage itself was turned into a cafe:

You can’t even begin to comprehend the massive amounts of money this place makes, despite the fact that they turned the theatre boxes into reading nooks like this:

I’ve literally spent days holed up in there reading books for free while also consuming massive amounts of coffee and pastries.

Her: Which one?

Me: The one in the back .

*Looks in back*