The recital that almost didn’t happen

Got to keep the train rolling here and see how long it takes me to catch up to present day from a summer of craziness. At the other end of the wedding that kicked it off, the next week we had our last dance recital. Looking back it seems like forever ago, for all the trouble the girls went through, their last time dancing together was a beautiful and heart warming event. To briefly recap the weeks leading up to it, the dance studio abruptly closed and with it any hope of having a recital or seeing the competition team perform at Nationals. However, the parents and teachers called foul and brought a community together. Donations poured in allowing the recital to go off as planned and garnering enough support to send the competition team off to Nationals as well.  An enormous thanks again to all who came through, and much love to Amy Cowley of Jersey Shore Performing Arts Center for leading the way.

The night was full of stars, but this one stole the show

I do not know if she was the youngest dancer of the night, but she was close. The teams youngest dancer had my eye all season. She has so much talent, more than she knows I do believe, and she was rocking it all year-long.

The next young lady has been in front of my lens on numerous occasions, never takes a bad photo and always gives me great material.

As a group it was difficult for me to see the season end the way it did. They all deserved so much more, they all have gone their separate ways now that the studio is closed, but all remain friends and in contact with each other. Mine is off at her first year of college doing a minor in dance, one is concentrating on her beautiful singing voice and the rest are still getting it done with their current dance schools.

And that trip to Nationals, well it resulted in a first overall in their category! The song to which they danced to, most apropos for today, is called No Hate. Check out the theme of month for a shot we set up during some down time. When you have the girls in a setting like we were in you just have to have a little fun.

Love baby. All we need is Love.

Thanks for stopping by!

Phil

Thoughts of a Teen

My daughter is graduating high school in just a few weeks. The day we all hope for good weather so we can enjoy the outside ceremonies instead of the gym. Although, the way the weather patterns have been this year, if it is outside we just might need to wear our winter clothes. While her major is not yet determined, she will be going on for a minor in dance. All good, I had no idea either when I embarked upon that journey.

One of her final projects for english/creative writing was to pen a series of short stories or poems. I wanted to share with you the one she shared with me. Proud papa moments.

She lived for him.

For the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at her.
For when they’re together and all they feel is love surrounding them, never letting them go.
His soft voice sounded like flower petals flowing in the wind.
His hands felt like a smooth warm blanket keeping her secure.
His lips a velvety touch to hers, nothing like she’s ever felt before.
He made her feel like there was galaxies racing through her body.
Her soul danced for him.
Making sure he never stopped smiling.
When he is sad, her heart crumbles just wishing that she could do something, anything to make him feel the least bit happy.
They laughed together, loved together, were happy together.

There was no place she’d rather be.

But when times got rough, all she felt was guilt, like she wasn’t good enough to keep him happy.
Like she wasn’t great enough to keep him going.
Although, she was his light, she knew she kept him going even though it didn’t seem like it.
For all those times that she felt worthless and like nothing, he made it better.
He made her feel something real.
She felt important and appreciated.
She never felt a love so consuming of her body, mind and spirit.
He had been the one she was always looking for.
She strived to be his number one.
His only one.

Now the question was… did he live for her?

-Brittany Shepherd

 

We have often talked about a major in creative writing, even philosophy. Letting her find her own way on this path, time will tell.

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