Dance Monologue

As humans we are afraid of expressing our inner emotions and opinions, constantly hiding in the shadows of our peers trying to escape the harsh reality that may fall from their lips. It's quite alarming to me seeing adults capable of their own thoughts and opinions to change their perspective because of what their neighbor said. It takes a lot of courage to go out in front of a crowd of two hundred plus people and express your feelings, and that's exactly what this 17 year old girl did. The people, place, and the lyrical dance, was all a recipe for a revitalizing new perspective.
There was heavy overcast in the sky above, wet, with a cold sensation that sends shivers down your spine making goosebumps emerge on your skin underneath your lightweight jacket. Arriving upon the scene to the dance, I wasted no time getting from my Toyota pickup truck to the old yellow limestone building, towering over the faint streetlights where Sydney was performing. I scampered across the street, diving and dodging oncoming traffic as if i was in a scene from the old atari game Frogger. Ascending the concrete steps I pulled my warm callused hand from my jean pocket and placed it on the cold lifeless aluminum door handle. When I heard my callous make contact with a slight thud I pulled with all my might to swing the

Children scrambled to find their seats and a host in towering three inch stiletto heels with a black and white stripped dress that clung to her body like saran wrap came out to introduce the show. The skirt had every intention of flaunting the rock hard calf, ab, and bicep muscles carved by Michelangelo himself. The temptress took every mans attention in the room, their wives picking their jaws up off the floor, putting them back in place just to smack them right back off their face for looking at another woman in such a way. Thank goodness my newly found girlfriend was back behind the curtain preparing for her