A Dancer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic

A girl is thrown into a new chapter of her life by her best friend!

I felt the music flow through my body as my feet moved swiftly below me. Each note from the piano caused a different reaction from my body I twirled. My hands were straight out and I leapt in the air so my toes could touch the sky.

Dancing makes me feel beautiful. It allows all of my imperfections to slip away. I love to move people with the way I dance. Knowing that I can do something that emotional gives me an indescribable feeling.

Today, however, I just wanted to forget my day.  

As Brooke and I walked in the door with an arm full of bags of our apartment she was still trying to convince me to tell my parents about me being attracted to other women. “For the last time, B, I just don’t think I’m ready for something like that. I mean, you don’t know them like I do.” I said as we started to put the groceries away. The feeling alone made me want to hurl. “But if they really love you then they will help you through it. They should accept you for who you are!” she retorted. I just looked at her. “I can’t.” I whispered and walked to my room and shut my door.

The next day Brooke made me breakfast and was being really nice. I didn’t question it, but I knew something was up. I went to work as usual. I work at a local dance school as a receptionist. Dance became part of my life late in life so there was no chance of a bright future but that wouldn’t stop me from doing it. I had just finished sweeping the floors when I got an email from Brooke. I found out exactly what she was up to. It read:

Hey girl,

Hope you are having a good day shining ballet shoes and poofing tool! Ha-ha you know I’m just kidding!

I just wanted to let you know that I took care of that whole thing about talking to your parents. I emailed them and just let them know that you are curious and that they should be ok with that. I just feel like they would support you. I don’t want you to stress about it anymore.

See you when you get home,

B

I couldn’t breathe. I can’t believe she told them. They won’t understand. They don’t have open minds like her parents do. As the thoughts raced through my mind I numbly took my shoes off and slipped my dance shoes on. I switched on the music. Have they read it yet? I turned up the volume as loud as it would go. What was she doing? The piano started ringing in the room. Will they still love me? I swung my arms and let my body spin while my leg was out-stretched. Will they tell everyone? I ran and jumped in the air, landing on my toes. I felt a tear slip down my cheek. I bent over and kicked one leg up so my legs were one even line, and then gracefully landed on one knee. I felt tears fall off my face. Am I going to lose them? Slowly, I got up and felt the music flow through my body, allowing myself to become lost.


Submitted: June 11, 2012

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