- Aria -
As I walked into the theatre the next day, the weight of the world felt delightfully light on my shoulders. The sun streamed through the tall windows, casting warm patches of golden light on the polished wooden floors of the auditorium. I had just received an email that made my heart dance: the European Dance Project for disabled artists wanted me as the face of their campaign aimed at inspiring others to follow their dreams. Can you imagine? Me! It felt as if all the stars had aligned, and I could see a future brimming with possibility. But I thought it wise to chat with them before diving headfirst—dreams are fragile things after all.
Yet, as I entered the rehearsal space, that joyful glee began to dissipate like mist in the morning sun. I caught glimpses of my fellow dancers
