I love to dance. I’ve been dancing since I was in 5th grade when I saw some girls dancing outside at school. It was play time, and I was the new kid. I never realized this new school was the beginning of a new life. So I went home and practiced. I practiced everyday with my little radio turned down really low so my mom wouldn’t here Power 98 and all their “unholy” music.
I was loving all these sounds that didn’t sound the same. It wasn’t “church music”. How could all this music be corrupting me? I just feel like I’ve discovered something great. People being free to write what they felt to a melody without organs and a choir director… and it made me want to dance, so I did! -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter