rebeccamagazine
Yesterday I got in the studio and “danced it out” (or flew it out) just like we used to. Partner-less and trying to stay focused, I promised myself I wouldn’t just be aggressive and jump around. I took our old improv challenge to keep one limb on the floor...kinda. The whole time I thought you were there. I clipped out once and was ready to explain some things to you since I always told you I would fly you one day. I am sorry we never got to, but yesterday felt like we flew together.