Dancing might be the purest form of expression. A dancer is a finish to a perfect voice, a story to a tragic play and the expression of life as we know it. A dancer sustains their existence in this world by using their body and mind as one.

They play every instrument with each muscle. They speak a hundred languages to a deaf man through vibration, translating a melody with unexplainable lyrics to those who cannot comprehend. They will move a soul in solitude, a heart afraid to love, a body too timid to be touched and a bored man to imagination. They will seek to connect what they have yet to feel through a new angle or glance. In a dancer's darkest hour they will seek the floor for stre

ngth, exchanging loneliness for company, for in these moments it feels as if the world is watching.

It is in a dancer's heart, body, mind, ears, eyes and gut that they will search to deliver what you may only see once. The desperation of reaction will draw them to eat from the floor and drink from your tears. A dancer will starve a lifetime to feel they attained the absolute moment of truth with the audience.