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- Authors: Samantha Towle
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One Year Later
That feeling…when the music is pumping, the bass pounding the floor
beneath your feet, vibrating up your body…there’s nothing like it.
Not for me anyway.
Dancing has always been my thing. I love it. And I’m damn good at it.
I trained in ballet and street dance. But I dropped street when I was a
teenager, as ballet was always the dream. It was everything.
I was at Juilliard on a full scholarship, eyes set on the New York City
Ballet. I was in my second year when everything changed.
Those two pink lines on the test changed everything. And my future
changed into something else.
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And, even now, up here on this podium, dancing my ass off like I do
every Friday and Saturday night, I know I made the right decision.
And, no, before you ask, I’m not a stripper. I’m a go-go dancer at this
upscale club in Manhattan.
Granted, this wasn’t the stage I expected to be on when I was growing
up. But life throws curveballs at you, and you have to go with them.
And my little curveball goes by the name Gigi, and I love her more than
I imagined I ever could love anyone. She is the best decision I have ever
made.
Okay, so she wasn’t exactly planned.
I was on the pill, but I had been with her father for four years.
He was my childhood sweetheart. The absolute love of my life. I thought
we’d grow old together.
Obviously, it didn’t work out that way.
He dumped me. Over the phone.
Yes, he was in England at the time, and I was here, in New York, but
hearing that the love of your life had cheated on you over the telephone
isn’t the best way to have things go down. And then to find out, a few
months later, that I was pregnant with his baby, only to have him tell me he
didn’t want anything to do with either of us—actually, he didn’t even tell
me himself; he got his manager, the great fucking Marcel Duran, to tell me
and offer me money to go away, which I refused, of course—you could say,
it made me a little bitter about him.
But I have to be grateful for one thing—his donation of sperm—because
it gave me Gigi, and she is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
The song currently playing, “Stay” by Zedd and Alessia Cara, comes to
an end, and then Christina Aguilera’s “Dirrty” blasts out from the speakers.
The crowd goes nuts. And I’m thrown back fifteen years to nine-year-old
me standing in front of the TV, watching the music video on MTV, trying to
learn the dance moves to this song, and my aunt Elle joining in with me.
Aunt Elle doesn’t have a rhythmic bone in her body. Great cop. Terrible
dancer.
The memory makes me smile as I pump my body to the beat, pushing to
excess, doing the dance routine my body remembers, even now from all
those years ago.
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