OK BUT ICE SKATER/DANCER SAM
Sam ice skating for the first time and feeling the joy spread throughout his chest in a euphoric way.  His cheeks rising in a smile as his legs stretch beneath him, his body fast in learning to carry his growing weight.  And if he closes his eyes, he can imagine himself as the dancer he’s always longed to be.  When he twirls with his hands above his head, he thinks of every ballerina he’s ever seen with a heart full of longing. The wind kisses his cheeks and he feels that endless ache beneath his ribs–go away–for the first time in his life.
And If he can’t have the tights and the slippers, if he can’t have a barre to practice at–then maybe he can keep these cheap skates and steal away when their lives permit it.  Letting the ice become his stage, letting the backs of his eyes become the audience, letting his arms arch into the air–the tips of his fingers feather light in the air, as he dances his heart away.
