I <3 N Y!

Yup, dance recital matinee. Exciting stuff! My hair feels like its been plastered on with cement but hey it holds. I officially hate straps and other constraining stuff. It hurts too much to even breathe.

My last dance recital as a high schooler. Well, I'm technically not a high schooler, but it was the last after school activity I had during high school, which is now over. I still have voice lessons, but I've always had those and always will, possibly.

Our dance was a lyrical/ballet combination to Jordin Sparks' song "One Step at a Time." Our dresses were a typical lyrical outfit with purple, black, and white split like a triangle or something. I'm bad at describing stuff like that.

Its most possibly my favorite dance I've done in a long time and has a lot of meaning behind the words. I think the message is especially helpful as I move on toward college and the real world as my parents call it.

Most possibly not in Camelot because of interference from dance recital practice. I don't let this stop me, I'll just try for Oliver. One door closes while another always opens. That's my current philosophy and I'm sticking by that rule, world.