March 11 2009

The Dance

Another meeting in the vast, white room.

On that day, we had abandoned ourselves to random songs and freestyling. Dancing to the beat of the music, we had followed each other's steps to make a choregraphy of our own.

We had been seen though. Behind the large mirror, someone had watched our dance and the following morning, we had been asked to perform a duo at the upcoming annual showcase.

It was the beinning of a deeper friendship.

Every Wednesday and Saturday afternoon had then been filled with struggles, pains, cries, shouts, and laughter as we had tried to create the perfect duo.

Late snacks,

Sweating skin,

Panting bodies,

Drenched shirts,

Empty water bottles, 

Sighs and cries,

Applause and praises,

I remember it all.

Our fight for perfection.

We became closer; learning about each other's weaknesses and follies, painful and joyful moments.

It was our secret bond.

Our secret friendship.

Our secret connection.