bring me to life.

stage fright and stutters and self-consciousness and low self-esteem and haters. bad grades and drugs and drinking and who wears what jeans and who's going out with who. stress.

it just doesn't matter.

think of red wine and checkered cloths and stardust and vintage photographs and rusty yellow trucks and lavendar breezes in the summer wind. the color orange and the smell of green apples and brownies baking in the oven. friends, family, and whatever gives you that stupid warm fuzzy feeling.

my dance team means the world to me. they are family, friends, and love all packed into one fabulous package. TPDT.
dance until you die.

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