Beat of Your Heart

Prologue

          Lights were flashing, music was blaring, but I was all but too engrossed with the sight in front of me to fully take in my surroundings. They were not only moving to the music I was faintly hearing, they were making art with their bodies.

The dancing, the skills, the technique, the visual effects they make with their bodies...it was all so amazing. I couldn’t help but think, to dream that someday I could be like them. But I was a realist, ‘I could just keep on dreaming,’ I told myself. ‘It’s very unlikely I could ever do something as amazing as what I’m seeing right now, it would never happen.’

          “You want to be like them, don’t you?” I heard my mom rather say than ask.

It was only then that I snapped out of my trance. I hardly remembered where we were. We were at a street dance competition. By we, I mean my parents and I. I love my parents. When other parents, I’m not saying all, but some I know, wouldn’t approve letting their daughters go to a street dance competition, let alone be the ones to take them there, my parents would. They understand that I have an interest for these things and they support me.

“It doesn’t matter, I can never be like them, I mean look at them! They’re like...super-people!” As if proving my point, one of the dancers near where we were sitting did a back flip. “I’d just be wasting my time. Thinking I could ever be like them.”

          It was then that my mom held me tight, and looked at me straight in the eyes. “Tori, I love you and I love that you can be mature with handling things, but know this, nothing you love so much can ever be a waste of time.”

          I knew right then and there that I knew I wanted to pursue dancing, and I knew that my parents would be by my side every step of the way. If I will ever be like the dancers here right now, who knows? At least I would grow up without regrets of not trying to follow my dreams. I couldn’t say anything, so I just hugged my mom tightly. That was I needed to say.

          After what seemed like forever, we finally broke apart. We continued to watch the competition, and I couldn’t help but to just stand there in awe.

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          ‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it. S*x in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me...’

          We were all moving to the beat of Rihanna’s S&M. Some of us were being thrown in the air, others, like me, were breaking up front. We just finished our routine and now, we’re down to videotaping it. We didn’t really have a competition coming up, but we made it a habit of ours to come up new routines every week. If possible, in less time. We videotape each routine, and add it to our collection. Almost like a compilation of all our routines.

          ‘S-S-S & M-M-M...S-S-S & M-M-M’

          We ended the song with each of us having a partner. One was coming up from the other’s back, and he/she catches their arm and pretends to flip the other one over. Giving the illusion of a wrestling match where they do those cool flips on their opponent. And yes, we got this idea from I aM mE in ABDC.:)

          Once the song stopped, we all got up, cheered, and gave each other high fives. I know it’s corny doing it every time we finish a routine, but it just became a habit of ours. We’re practically family already. No matter how corny stuff gets, we still do it, even if it makes up look completely ridiculous. And we wouldn’t want it any other way.