Dance Life.

I grew up in a dance studio.
I spent five hours a day in a mirror working towards perfection.
When the time came, I left home and followed my passion.
I danced from stage to stage around the world.
Eventually I leaped to New York City.
I discovered a new studio to call home.
A new stage where I could soar.
When I left the city, I left a piece of my heart behind.
I never looked back.
Now, ten years later and back in New York the familiarity is instantaneous.
The smell of sweat and soul.
The rhythm of the music reminding me how to breath,
The pulse in my entire body reminding me I'm alive!
Surrounded by a new generation of dreamers.
The dancer in us will never die.