A dancer’s job isn’t easy. A muscle ache, a sore throat, a daydream of a lazy day, a low pay check, a layoff, a short career, an early retirement, a “that’s not good enough,” a judgement ( or many), the mind games and the butt load of pressure. Seems terrible. But, speaking for myself, I would never ask for anything else. A dancer’s path is so special. Filled with passion, accolades, accomplishment, achievement, devotion, glamour, prestige, & uniqueness. We are made up a subculture that is extra devine. Our career may be short, but our identity as a dancer never fades away.