Dance Before The Doom

My stomach soared and my mind was unrest in the early morning. Tomorrow was the day that I had to be present to the committee for the research proposal. Work tickled my brain but I was very nervous. One side was telling me it was alright but the other was telling me I was insane. I could not rest a peace at all and I tried to search for meditative music to calm down. The meditative music was wiped out at the last iPod crash. I didn’t care to put them back. What for? Now I thought about listening to them but they were not there at all. Not even easy listening music. They didn’t interest me at any occasion. I looked at the clock many times in morning meeting. I didn’t care if anybody would notice. I set my time and I did my job. At 11 AM sharp, I drove off to the studio. My stomach roared again as if something was trying to pull me back. No way. I had a great battle to myself. I had to decide how many classes I should go. For sure, I was not going to skip all of them. I had to be there at least for a dance.

There I was in the studio at Esplanade. I stood there waiting eagerly for the song to play. It was not the song I expected to hear but it was not disappointing. And the dance was very much to my desire. It was not common to like it at the first class but I really did. It must be something extraordinary to this. I was overjoyed.

I had to break my thought and tried to get back to what I had to do. I couldn't help counting hours before the next dance. It was 75 hours to go. My heart would skip a beat for it.

Dance to it even if it was a doom day ahead and dance like there is no tomorrow.

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