Breakout

My day starts at 5:30 every day. Theres a early Dance reshersal. Dancing is all I can ever do. I haven't seen my parents in months, I live in hotel rooms, and motels, and tour buses. It depends on where my agent books me. People warn me that I'm going to burn up, that there's more than life then dancing. Those are usally the faces that haunt me, ex-boyfriends, ex-friends, all telling me to stop. All telling me I can't do this forever, that I can't go any farther. They don't understand, it's the only thing I can do. When I hear that music, it gives me power and control, it's there for me when no one eles means anything, when no one eles understands. When I'm pushing my body so hard and going farther and doing things I shouldn't be doing, the music is always there. The suble beat of my pounding heart, the wisp of my hair, the vocals of whatever lead singer I'm dancing for. Then I meet someone who changes my entire perpestive, my either mind. I am a Dancer. But maybe I can be something eles.... I just need to Breakout. And the only one that can help me is the one who I can never have. David.

My Name is Amber and I am a Dancer.