That day Sammy wanted a signature move. When he saw other people dance they always ended with their signature. Like the older boys always did that, like a spin with their tongue out. Something truly unique Sammy didn't have, derivative he thought about himself, never making something new. He showed a few of these moves to Mr. Love.
Nothing stuck nothing made Marcs eyes light up .
Sammy would say, " yeah and then I can end like this" then he'd kind of strike a pose. Marc would watch but he wouldn't react. Only when Sammy got the steps down then he would be happy and say good job. Sammy finished his orange juice.
That morning Marc woke up early too. He had to warm up, and he had to drink coffee. There was a time in his life where he could just get up and go straight to a run, or a dance class. That time for him now was over. He needed a slow start. Warming up first with coffee then some food, then a walk. After he would stretch, now he was ready.
He wished he didn't have to do this. He didn't have to live with this. Adjust to it, Marc thought about the last years he was always just adjusting to something new. New life and new body. Always changing he thought, always flowing. He caught himself in the mirror, his figure a bit rounder than he remembers his face a bit tireder. To this he responded with by waving his hands and then his arms, back and forth like a how someone would whip a piece of rope.
Nothing stuck nothing made Marcs eyes light up .
Sammy would say, " yeah and then I can end like this" then he'd kind of strike a pose. Marc would watch but he wouldn't react. Only when Sammy got the steps down then he would be happy and say good job. Sammy finished his orange juice.
That morning Marc woke up early too. He had to warm up, and he had to drink coffee. There was a time in his life where he could just get up and go straight to a run, or a dance class. That time for him now was over. He needed a slow start. Warming up first with coffee then some food, then a walk. After he would stretch, now he was ready.
He wished he didn't have to do this. He didn't have to live with this. Adjust to it, Marc thought about the last years he was always just adjusting to something new. New life and new body. Always changing he thought, always flowing. He caught himself in the mirror, his figure a bit rounder than he remembers his face a bit tireder. To this he responded with by waving his hands and then his arms, back and forth like a how someone would whip a piece of rope.
