Chapter 53

“Which wasn’t so bad. I didn’t dance because I liked people. I danced because it pissed off my mother. Now, she loved the social shit. Going to recitals and functions and pretending to be all involved. Then in the car she’d tell me I had two left feet and no grace and why the hell did she bother with the likes of me.”

“Jesus,” Ellis said.

“But I got better. And I figured out that when I danced, nothing else mattered. I was free. I was me, but I was still free, and nothing…There was just that. Just the music and the motion and me in my body, and eventually the teachers noticed. The audiences at the recitals started noticing. The other mothers began to pay attention. And then Jared decided we were friends. Because I was getting good.