// I am writing this while listening to Amazing by Aerosmith.
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Dance was an escape.
Her body was her paint brush and the stage was her canvas. She needed to express her emotions in the best way possible and dancing allowed her to do so. Bäahal was known for being expressive during her performances. Once she stepped into a stage, all eyes were on her and for a brief moment, there only was the music and the young woman. For a brief moment she remembered her childhood, the happy memories with her mother, the visits of her father. She remembered her friends at pre-school, the birthday parties she attended, the smiles she had on her face. She remembered her mother's smile, the warmth that came from the woman whenever she smiled at her daughter or whenever she hugged her. She remembered the good times and that fueled her dancing, brought smiles to the faces of those who watched her perform.
Dance was an escape.
It allowed for the young heiress to speak with her body words she couldn't say. She was thrusted into her memories and would, for a moment or two, remember her mother. She missed her. She missed her loving presence, her clever pieces of advice, her kindness. She missed her mother and in a way, Dancing connected their souls together. In a way, dancing soothed her heart. For so long she had not been able to express her pain because nobody would listen to her. She came to her father's family and this decision wreaked havoc in the family. She was abused in a way a child shouldn't be. Her siblings wanted nothing to do with her and when the older brother finally came around, he died. Her step-mother used to beat her, verbally abuse her and remind her that she was the reason the family was destroyed.
Dance was her escape.
Aerys II didn't have any choice but to build her a gym inside their family estate. She had to have her special place, a sanctuary of some sort where she could let go of her real emotions. She had screamed in there and danced frenetically. She had cried in there, and danced accordingly. her body dancing slowly, spinning around while she pleaded and banged onto the floor. She had danced her grief away, when her dad died and she truly felt alone in the whole world. She had no friends, her family hated her and many treated her like a stranger at the very best and a nuisance at the very worst. Dancing was the only way she could breathe. Dancing was everything for the silver head and while she found some satisfaction with the underground dance battles, she wanted nothing more but to dance in public, dance anywhere she could, and show her passion with no restraints. She wished she could take Jaime or Kyra to one of her shows.
Dance was her escape.
She wished a lot of things, but they weren't possible. It wasn't safe.She wanted to show the people she loved how much they meant to her. She wanted to express her affection, claim her love for Jaime through dance. She wished she could perform in public, with him in attendance watching her dance. She wished she could lift the cup of her dance battles and make a speech about the people who believed in her and embraced her dreams. She wished she could, but the reality of things made it impossible as of now. So she danced in the safety of her Gym. She danced Her frustrations away. She danced her solitude away and it felt good. Her muscles were sore. her throat dry and her skin soaked with sweat but she kept dancing. She kept moving.
She kept living.
-TBC-
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