소개
intro
Emily ignores the sting in her eyes and the pain through her thighs. If anything, she welcomes the physical pain. It's a welcome distraction from other types.
Bright pink strands of hair shake like frayed flags in the wind as she moves to the beat.
Five... Six... Seven... Eight...
The drop builds up in a staccato of snare drums and sharp tones. Her teeth clench, brow furrows in fierce determination to conquer the upcoming movements.
Bright pink strands of hair shake like frayed flags in the wind as she moves to the beat.
Five... Six... Seven... Eight...
The drop builds up in a staccato of snare drums and sharp tones. Her teeth clench, brow furrows in fierce determination to conquer the upcoming movements.
One, kick right... Two, side step and pop... Three, front kick, slide out.. Four...
Windmilling arms create the illusion of a mechanical wheel as her torso bends back, where she holds the count for exactly two beats. When the music explodes out of the speakers to a one note finish, she is on her knee, fist raised, eyes up.
Windmilling arms create the illusion of a mechanical wheel as her torso bends back, where she holds the count for exactly two beats. When the music explodes out of the speakers to a one note finish, she is on her knee, fist raised, eyes up.
The world goes still, the silence broken only by her ragged breathing. Her honey-colored eyes slowly focus on the reality of the scuffed hardwood floor under her feet. A blemish catches her eye, testament to the violence of her dancing. The sight produces a grin on the heart-shaped visage.
On the mirror, sweat glistens on smooth cheeks flushed with effort. Rivulets meander over the creases of toned shoulders and arms. Matted pink strands sweep over one eye, which glints with triumph.
The overall image is pretty or at least that's what she's been told. Her parents have remarked on her good looks for so long, she no longer believes it. Not when she sees for herself what she really looks like.
Small nagging voices at the corners of her mind command her eyes to the many physical flaws only she seems to be aware of. Faint visions of every mistake nip at her confidence, making her heart pound in her temples. Before the tears set in, Emily quickly cues up another song and stares at her reflection with all the defiance she can muster.
As the music fills her mind, chasing away the nagging doubts, she grins as her muscles scream.
The beat is her world.
The verse is her elation.
The bridge is her calm.
The music is her everything.
Small nagging voices at the corners of her mind command her eyes to the many physical flaws only she seems to be aware of. Faint visions of every mistake nip at her confidence, making her heart pound in her temples. Before the tears set in, Emily quickly cues up another song and stares at her reflection with all the defiance she can muster.
As the music fills her mind, chasing away the nagging doubts, she grins as her muscles scream.
The beat is her world.
The verse is her elation.
The bridge is her calm.
The music is her everything.
음악는 나위 구원자
She allows the Hangul to float in her mind like a mantra as her lips mouth the words.
음악는 나위 구원자
The phrase always proves true.
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