With the heart and the feet.

Me.

Alivia' POV
I have danced since I was two when my parents enrolled me in a local dance class. They are musicians so it only made sense that I do something musical. At this point, they thought it would be a good 'thing' to do until I was old enough to decide what I wanted to do. That was thirteen years ago.

I don't remember much about my early years of dance but I know I love it no matter what anyone else says. When I was 7 I started extra classes which included tap, modern, street, acro and lyrical on top of ballet. It was at this point when I really started admire this sport as much as I do now. Whenever I got home from school, I would quickly eat my tea and read to one of my parents, the only homework they give you at primary. I'd then disappear into my room and quickly change into dance clothes even if I didn't have dance. I'd practise the routines I'd learnt in class and stretch after although I don't think I did this with much expertise of what I was doing. Nonetheless, I was pretty consistent for such a young age and every year until my first year of secondary I'd follow this unplanned routine every night. And by this time, I was dancing Monday night, Thursday night, and all day Saturday which doesn't seem much but for a young kid is quite impressive.

Over the past three and a half years, I have continued to take on more classes and have a revised plan of action each night, except wednesdays which are my homework days. I pretty much dance or stretch at the studio or home every other day on top of juggling piano lessons and acting. The worst thing however, is school ...

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