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To the one who inspires me the most, The one who consistently boasts, You mean more than the world to me. You taught me how to dance and be free;
Push. Push. Toss. Catch. Turn. Smile. Point. Breath. Don't let your feelings get the best of you.
The way the silk fashions the pole as it spins. The way the sound roars as it become syncronized with others. It's gentle, but it can hurt.It's beautiful, yet scary, but the guardians don't fear. They manipulate the shape, they create different wa
I used to have a passive soul. And I never would have thought that I would crawl out of my shell One day by accident I discovered a burning passion It changed my life. I have never looked back once.
I have both found myself and lost myself in a year. I found myself in performing. In marching on a field with over a hundred other people just like me.
She wakes up It is pitch black Most people would go back to sleep But she goes to her car and drives to the school She does her makeup And grabs her backpack
I can conquer anything - Any struggle, any strife, All I need to do it is my fingers and my life. Performing is my passion. Drawing is my dream. I do this each and every day,
Your upraised so high, and I am so low I upraise you so high, each and every day Each night I lower you down, like a show We complete this task, even in the gray
My heart pounds My palms sweating
Five and six, seven, eight My body’s bruised; it’s getting late ‘Spin’ As the pole falls my smile slips But on I go, I cannot quit Step, together, step once more
We spin and We twirl Preforming is what we do Smiling at the crowd
More performance! Longer legs and point your feet, Remember the lower body details! Watch for the starts and stops, Stay in step! Maintain spacing, too many drill issues. Rifles be confident,
The blinding lights make it impossible to see The audience's faces floating in that black sea The notes soar through the air then down to the ground Her voice creating a beautiful, everlasting sound
The light is shinning We're on displayThe whistle blowsNothing's movingThe air is stillEveryone yellsPA4 beats of silenceAnd then it startsThe colors spinThe laughing begins
The male judge sitting above the stands said into the microphone, “Is the unit ready?” I look at the crowd of people in the gym bleachers. it’s almost a full house.