I want the nervous glances before the connection.

[teaprtywjennaj]

I was cleaning my spare bedroom today and I came across the dance company CD Von made for me last year. Equipt with every song that we ate slept and breathed for over 5 months. I was listening and remebering and listening and wanted to cry. That was the one point in my life when I felt completely invincible. When I was dancing. And passionate. And creative. And useful. Id give anything to go back to the day where all I looked forward to was the studio. The ugly, unkempt, dusty dirty studio. I miss coming home after a rehersal and wanting to go back. I miss the girls. I miss the support. I miss my other life. I remember me and Von's plan to coreograph a huge piece to Bolero. I remember letting Crystal stand on my back as I crawled accross stage. I heard Hur Jon 6 and remembered all of the things we sweared we'd do. I miss my sisters. I miss that time in my life. When all I cared about was getting better. Aand moving. And pushing. And soaking everyt bit of information into my skull. Me. It was me. I miss me and Yvonne. And our sisterhood.

I miss being stretchy.