My biggest aspiration was to be a principal dancer for American Ballet Theatre. My teachers told me if I worked hard enough I would get there and be their prodigy. I was on my way. Then, last year, my dad took a new job. In Maine of all places. It took me far away from everything I loved: dance. Since I was only twelve, I couldn’t stay behind to train. I didn’t realize how bad it was going to be until I got here and there was nowhere to dance. So, for the last year, I’ve been studio-hopping, trying to fit in at just one studio. “Let’s start class today with a simple plie combination.” God, I hate this already. I feel like a robot just moving through the motions. There’s no individualism, no artistry, no passion here. Everyone looks like they’d rather be sleeping. I want to dance somewhere that a fire lights up the