The drummers haven’t been showing up. We dancers are ready. In small groups, we flock onto the improvised stage like proud birds, chassé! In position, we face our audience, our reflected images in the mirror- 5, 6, 7, 8: we advance on ourselves, knees higher, arms wider! Spine straight, chest full and proud, I am a vision!
Kick, ball, change, turn- oops! Not yet. I need to go over that part. Stay, knees bent, hand on hip, left hand winding up to the ceiling and down up down up down up reach reach reach reach tuuuuuuurn. Finally!
When the part is over, we twist off the stage, disappearing into the eves and into our ordinary selves.
La Giraffa 
Are you writing a book by any chance? Or are short stories more of your gig?
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I would love to write a book or short stories, but I haven’t figured out how to commit to an idea yet. So for now its little blog ideas 🙂
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I understand what you mean. Well, you do have a talent for writing, so don’t stop!
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