I miss seeing her in the audience. Even more, I miss the feeling knowing her eyes are watching me dance. I can't explain it. It's not a pathetic heartbroken "I miss that" feeling. It was an edge it gave me while I danced. It was a different dynamic that was created, I don't know, I guess I just miss it. I don't know when she'll ever see me dance again, it's close to impossible to get her to a performance.. just always happens that way. Don't get me wrong, I'll be sure to dance for my life whether she's there or not. It's the little things that add a touch of suspense and edge. I live for those things; the way she would cock her head to the side and watch me the way she did when we would share intimate moments.
I've reached the point where when someone asks (which happens everyday) "
Where are you planning to go to college, or what are your hopes for next year?" I'm just simply replying with the fact that I'm just going to audition my butt off. Whether it's for a school or show, I'm going somewhere regardless where that might be. All I know is that I'll be performing until the day I die.. I'm not kidding. Whatever doors are slammed in my face or doors being opened for me, I'll know which path to take. It sucks sitting unsure of what your future entails, but that's what auditions and taking risks are for.
from that dancer guy to you,
Tony
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