Tap. Jazz. Hip-hop. Modern. Ballet. Pointe. Lyrical. Musical Theater. Ballroom. Salsa. Belly dancing. African. Tango. Break dancing. Square dancing. Flamenco. Folk. Swing.
When your best friends and your parents call you crazy and tell you, "There is no way you'll be able to keep up," laugh in their faces and say, "I love to dance! Dancing is my life!" While secretly, you hate going to every single class. You'd rather be going any where else than to be with the other more talented dancers and your "wanna-be Rockette" teacher. However, after a few hours of many, many, many splits, leaps, turns, and bourree pas des you think, "Hey, maybe dance isn't so bad." No matter how many times that wanna-be Rockette corrected you position and pretty much called you fat. What does she know anyway? Criticize your teacher, which totally brings up your mood and then treat yourself to a great dinner.
After a whole year of breaking in your many new pairs of dance shoes decide to drop out of all but four classes and make your mom so mad for, "Wasting my money on all those classes, shoes, and clothes!" Wake up and see that you disliked dance because it was taking control of your life, now it is time to take control of dance. Dedicate your strength into the dance that you love, that you are good at, and that you want to improve on. Forget what all your friends say or think, deep down inside they're just jealous because they can't dance.
Perform in the end of the year benefit dance show and blow away everyone's mind and preconceptions. Prove to everyone that you are not a quitter. You will be so proud of yourself for sticking to those four dance classes that you sign up for more the following year. Fail in many of them. Hate dance. But then fall in love again.