Dance or Die
I like the music up loud. I can feel the beat — the music. I don’t care much what that does to my ears, just as long as I can feel the music. If I can feel the music, then I can let it take over. And I can dance. Maybe this is why Footlose is an all-time favorite movie of mine.
People say that when you feel the music is when you really feel the meaning and learn to love it. I love it when I can feel it, and if it doesn’t have feeling when it’s turned up loud, then the lyrics have to mean something or it has to sound pretty.
I think this is why I love rock music and Britney Spears so much. I feel it, and I don’t always have to dance to it, but sometimes I can’t even help it.
Freshman year I took a dance class at Forney High School. A girl on the dance team twisted her ankle and did something to her leg that caused her to face the fact that she may never be able to dance again. I have knees that enjoy going out of place ever so often without notice or legitimate reason2 and carpal tunnel, but I still dance.
It made me wonder what I would do if I couldn’t dance anymore. I love it too much. Dancing for me is in line with blogging. I don’t know what I would do. As long as I could feel the music, I wouldn’t necessarily need my hearing. But if I lost dancing…
What would you do if something happened that prevented you from doing something you love to do ever again?