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So, what’s my story, morning glory?

Until my first time on stage, I had never felt truly alive. I had danced the number of our student tap dance performance cleanly but fumbled at the end when I didn’t hold, hold, HOLD!!! my ending pose like our teacher had drilled into us. But that didn’t matter because I felt like I had a sun burning at the centre of my being. I had never been on stage before and I was terrified of it. I was convinced […]

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