People don’t dance because it’s fun. Ask any dancer, most of them hate it, but they couldn’t imagine their life without it. It’s part of them, the love-hate relationship. It’s what they live for, they live for the practices, parties, long car rides, championships, fake tanner, countless pairs of shoes, wigs, water, gatorade, and teachers you hate but appreciate. They live for the way it feels when they beat the competitors in their competition, and knowing that those three extra steps that they danced in practice were worth it. They live for the way they become a family with their school, they live for the countless songs they sing in their head while training all those hours. They live for the competition, the friends, the practices, the memories, the pain, it’s who they are.
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