Movement & Energy

The beat goes on, fast and furious, as I continuously move, knowing if I stop my heart stops too, pushing off the ground and swinging my arms in the air, the music propelling me to my next destination across the floor and every jump feeling like a plane's takeoff, a plane that has never wanted more to fly, energy coursing through my limbs and face, beads of sweat caressing my overheated face as they drip down, down, down, hitting the floor as I do, except I bounce back up, as there are no breaks, no, not now, not now I say, as the music fades, my movements more slow but more precise than ever, sharp and dangerous, but with a soft and gentle edge, until the music finally stops and I pose center. Energy still flows. I inhale. I exhale. I inhale. I exhale. I hear applause. It fills me with a rush. I inhale. I exhale. There is no curtain. There is no stage. There is no applause. There is no audience. There is only a mirror. I see myself. I see someone who can improve. The music begins again, and so do I.