I guess...hmm. Well, when you have...no,...

I guess...hmm. Well, when you have...no, you don’t have that, so that would make it hard to understand. So, when I was a baby, I would always move to music. Any music. The Ice Cream truck would come, and all the other neighborhood kids would run screaming towards it, and I was too busy stomping my feet and giggling. So my Dad took me to a dance class. It was this little hole in the wall in a strip mall in New Jersey. And...it filled me. The music, the dance, it - I never knew I had a hole in myself, until I found the thing that filled it. I would twirl around that tiny, hot, dance studio and know that I was always home. No matter how hard it got, I would lap it up because I needed it. I needed the music, and the chance to move my body around - I needed the rhythm, I guess.

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