Raven Jackson IcarusI dance to express myself, to keep my family happy, to keep tradition alive
I have never missed a rehearsal...
Will this be my life forever?
Raven had searched the school for a place to practice her dancing, though there not being any place to dance she was forced to go to the graveyard. She set up a battery powered CD player and began to play her music. First she stretched then she began to dance. Her moved were graceful and smooth, somehow she avoided all the stones and flowers. Some she leaped over and others she spun around. Raven's dress flared giving her an almost beautiful ghostly look as she moved quickly threw the Graveyard, her hair staying in the locks she had so carefully placed them in, in the early morning. Even thought the sun was shining and it was warm out the graveyard had the low foggy look that gave way to Ravens liquid moments, trails for think brown ribbons followed after her.
Might as well, there is no escaping the calling of my shoes
the call of music, and the stage.
The spot light will always find me
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