Dancing To the Emotion

She glides across the stage, thoughts concentrated. Connected to her hands and feet, loosening the body. Her emotions flow easily, unchallenged. The slow, melodic notes in her ears guide her, like a master and his apprentice, he takes her to unexplored realms. She travels forward, never looking to where she came, yet her body always returns; back on the stage. The crackling, booming applause surrounds her, reminding her of a fire; She's dancing to it's flames, breathing in the stale heat. encouraging it to burn even brighter, to light up the sky, take the world with it; Her movements are sharp, as sweat starts to bead on her forehead. The heated beats stop, taking her back to the darkness of the theater. The dim blue and red spotlights envelop her, complimenting her tan, sequin dress. She refuses to stop as she turns to the next dance, music following behind, letting her take the attention she deserves. Now, she's in the mountains, dancing in the rain, thunder cracking above as if a whip. She jumps through the air, touching lightning, feeling its energy course through her. Shes unrestricted, unchained, and free, gliding on top the sky, but only for the song. Once again the song ends, forcing her back to her place of origin, leaving her alone with the faint faces, watching her, smiling, clapping, praising her. Shes baffled, as she recalls the adventures made. She never did anything beyond losing herself to the music, and let the true, natural thoughts and emotions of a carefree dancer guide her. She bows.