The first time I did something I wanted to do was at the suggestion of a friend on the bus in Singapore.
"You know, they don't have any boys in dance club", he said. "I hear they'll accept any boy who auditions just because of that". I auditioned the next day, and was put into the lowest group. I didn't know what I was doing, but I thought I could dance. I got better the next year, and I switched out every P.E. class I had for a dance class, and on top of that took the elective dance class every term. By the end of 7th grade I was in year long pre-professional dance program. We met every day after school for four hours, and then on weekends for eight hours a day.
"You're gonna go pro, I just know it" -- I'll never forget this, what Ms. Pong, my dance teacher said to me one day towards the end of the year.
My dad decided to move to Shanghai at the end of the year, and I had to leave the program.
The first time I gained 90 pounds was when I moved to Shanghai. I didn't dance after that, unless it was at a club, and unless I was drunk.
Today, I am an economics major. I am not toned. I have a little bit of a belly. I can still pop and lock and somewhat impress people on a dance floor if I try, but I mostly dance in my bathroom.
Nothing is like being on stage. Every time I see someone perform I hate them, and myself, a little bit.
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