Presence
Before I step on the spotlight, I dip my pointe shoes on Rossin.
Adrenaline pumps my blood and my senses change; I am not myself anymore.
Once the melody strikes, the brain doesn't think, it feels and creates something beautiful.
The beauty of Art and passion welded together can inspire millions like it did to me.
I write to tell my emotions, movements created in the stage and to embrace and encourage those who do not know the feeling... the feeling of being bigger than yourself with powerful imagination and a brave heart.
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