Dancing was her life. Ever since she was little she always loved watching people dance. Her mother put her in dancing school. She stayed in dance school for years. Going to different states to compete and learn new dancing. She also got to travel to Europe to dance as well.
As she finally graduated high school she goes to an arts college. This is not your average art college. This art college is for art, music, writers, singers, dancers, ect. Getting into the dancing program she has to keep up with any new dances that were thrown at her.
Her last year in college she is with an abusive partnership. Her partner threatens, hits her, made her twist her ankle at one point, when she didnít do the steps right. He pushed her till her feet would bleed. One day he actually had it her causing her a black eye.
Running away from the school to get some fresh air and away from him. She ran into a group of street dancers. Watching the way they moved made her smile. For once she saw something that was not structure. That was till one of them found her. He was her age 21. He saw that she was in dancing clothing and began to make fun of her.
Soon though he had her dancing with the others. Showing her dance was not structure it was freedom in the body. As she practiced with him her views began to change.