As I sobbed, a hand touched my shoulder
and asked if I was okay. To my dismay I replied no. I'm use to holding my
ground and never letting anyone see my emotions. So, for me to tell my feelings
to a complete stranger were totally out of the norm.
The person who had reached out to me
was Inez. Never did I expect to see her so soon again but I should've known she
would be at the Youth Center, she did love dance. I explained everything to her
and even told of how Rocelyn wrote me letters after she left and sent emails
when I was in college. But, being the stubborn person I am, never once did I
respond. My parents put Rocelyn on a pedestal and that made me not like her
when she loved me unconditionally.
Inez sympathized with me and told me how her
older brother was killed in a car accident by a drunk driver last year. Right
before he left their house, the two had argued over who was supposed to do the
dishes. Before he left the words, “I hate you, “ left her lips because her
parents sided with him and made her accountable for the chore. That was one of
the reasons she delved herself into dance because it gave her an outlet to get
away from all the pain and guilt. After hearing her story it got me to
thinking, this whole situation could be a lot different right now. This whole
day I was being an ass. My problem wasn’t necessarily with my father, Myles, or
Rocelyn; it was with my mother. I needed to work things out with her but first
I needed to see if Rocelyn was alright.
This whole trip of leaving home and to be
on my own with the little money I did have was putting life into perspective
for me. I text Myles and asked him when he was leaving but he never responded
back. I knew that he was upset with me. Never had I treated Myles with such
belligerence. What type of example was I setting for him? I sat for a moment
thinking things over when Jillian approached me. She invited me to come into
the studio and speak with the young students like Inez.
It was the first time I’d been near a
studio in a while. I told the students why I loved dance and before I knew it I
was dancing my emotions out and Jillian and Inez had joined me. I felt like I
belonged there. I’d gotten lost and ended up here for a reason. For the first
time I was back in my dance shoes gracing the floor like a swan, doing what I
loved! The passion just poured out of me step by step, plié after plié, then a
spin a few pirouettes and penche’s of my body got me back into the groove. The students
begin to applaud us and I noticed a familiar face in the mirrors and just collapsed…
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