I came into the mirrored room.
So upset, so angry, and humiliated.
That intro hit my ears like salvation.
The response from my body was immediate
That switch flipped.
*Skips into motion*
It was very Flashdance
Because of the my emotional state, I was able to let go and let the music take me.
I killed it.
I mean, 1980’s empty warehouse killed it.
I spun around three times and I cannot spin.
In fact, most of the time I have trouble knowing where to put my feet. Not today.
There was no doubt. It was if I’d never felt it before.
It was first time in years I had full access to my rhythm and my fierceness at the same time.
Even my Father would’ve given it up for that performance and He hates art. “Show ‘Em.”
I wish I had be able to film it, but, nope.
Damn That was Nice.
Sometimes, you forget who you are.
Show ‘em where it’s at, Miss Harding.
Chantarctica 