Let Go

I had found a new song. 1

Well, it wasn't new, really. I'd heard it before; two girls did a dance to it in my Dance Company at school. But it was the first time I had really listened to the song itself, instead of watching Mia and Alex dance. 2

I can see why they chose this song to do a dance to. Even though I didn't usually listen to this type of music (rock and indie were more my style), I loved it from the first time I heard it. The music filled my body in a way I've rarely felt before. The mix of xylophones and the singer's beautiful voice made me want to do a type of dance I'd never done before. Contemporary.3

Every type of dance is so beautiful and mesmerizing, in it's own way. To dance is to lose yourself. And this song made me lose myself more than others. 4

I couldn't help myself: I started the song from the beginning and got out of my chair. From that point on, my mind had no choice in what I did. My body, filled with the music, began moving on it's own. Caught in a trance, I danced. I let go of all the thoughts that had been depressing me in the past weeks, let go of everything clouding my mind except the song. My body was like water. Like the dove. Flowing, graceful. I knew no bounds. My heart soared.5

What I felt during those four minutes and 30 seconds could only be described as euphoric. I hadn't been this happy since I'd been in love for the first time. For months after he gave up on me, I longed to feel that happiness again. And now I had found a way to feel even better.6

The song ended and I ended my dance, gasping for breath, exhausted, but full of energy at the same time. I smiled. I felt perfect. Nothing could ruin the mood that the dance had put me in. This is what living is supposed to feel like.7