Taylor's POV
A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather.
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like a wishing for rain as I stand in the desert.
But I'm holding you closer than most, 'cause you are my heaven.
I don't wanna waste the weekend.
If you don't love me, pretend a few more hours, then it's time to go.
And as my train rolls down the East coast, I wonder how you keep warm.
It's too late to cry, to broken to move on.
Still I can't let you be, most nights I hardly sleep.
Don't see what you don't need, from me.
Just a drop in the ocean, a change in the weather.
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert.
But I'm holding you closer than most, 'cause you are my heaven.
"Wow.." My dance choreographer, Stephan, said as I finish my ballet/lyrical solo. "That is beautiful. You are really something."
"Why thank you." I said to him. "Do you want me to run it again?"
"Darling," He said walking towards me. "Look at yourself."
I turn to the huge mirror in the dance studio which is pretty much my home.
"Okay." I said to him still confused.
"What do you see?" He asks.
"I see myself." I reply to him. "I see a dancer."
"Exactly." He told me. I raised an eyebrow. "You were born a dancer. You know, before your mom died she was a beautiful dancer. You have dancing in your blood."
"I miss her." I said still looking at myself in the mirror.
"You look just like her." He said to me.
I smiled.
"I really want to dance." I said.
"Taylor," He said. "You are one of the most youngest but most passionate dancers I have ever seen. You never want to give up. Look at yourself. You are heaving for breath and sweating like someone just poured a bucket of water on you. You never stop."
"It's my dream." I said still imagining about my mom and I dancing together.
"Okay." He replied. "Alexandra is back home tonight so I am gonna make her dinner. Do whatever dance you want but no more practicing your solo."
"But-"
"No buts." He cut me off. "Do another dance to another song. Any time of dance. Just nothing related to your solo."
"Fine." I said. He kissed my cheek then grabbed his shoulder bag.
"Goodbye, make sure to lock up when you are finished." He replied and exited the door.
I headed over to the stereo and plugged my iPhone in.
I scrolled through my songs and still couldn't find one I wanted.
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