Beauty, Grace, and Elegance

            The stage is dark. Conversation is buzzing around the auditorium under the dim lights. The lights flash, then go out completely. The back light of the stage shines a bright red and the silhouette of a dancer is seen. The whispers of the crowd are hushed and all is silent. The arms of the dancer are raised and one can see the graceful way she holds her stance: toes pointed, fingers relaxed and set apart from one another.
            The music explodes and the dancer bursts in to action. Her dark silhouette's body is moving in every which way. Jumping at great heights. Spinning....one....two...three...four....five times to land perfectly and go into the next move. The timing between the movements and the music is uncanny, and the emotion packed into the dance is palpable. Other dancers enter and new lights brighten their faces. Each move is so elegant and perfect, they make it look as if it's nothing.
             Dance is one thing I will have endless respect for those who are able to do it and do it well. I wish I had been able to get into it as a child (and actually have been good at it). It's a beautiful art that has a certain emotion to it that can't really be displayed with many other kinds of music or design. You can always tell if a girl is a dancer or not too just in the way she holds herself in everyday life. You can easily spot a dancer from a crowd of girls just on the way she (or he of course!) somehow manages to glide instead of clumsily shifting from one foot to the other.
              If you were wondering, this post is not completely random; I just got back from seeing a performance by my school's dance group. It was all very beautiful and extremely impressive. The coordination, the hours of practice, the blood, sweat, and tears that must go into a show of such talent, I can't even imagine. Each dance gives off such emotion, you can see it in the faces of the performers with every point of their toes and each backbreaking curve of their spines. I could never do what they do, and for that they have my undying respect.