This Dancer's Tribute to a Loved One Has Stayed With This Teacher for 15 Years
February 1, 2019

I’m standing in a dark theater wing on a Saturday in March doing the usual—emceeing at my dance competition and watching countless young ladies in baby-doll chiffon dresses with rhinestone-choker necklaces dance about love gone wrong.

And next up: a 12-year-old without a professional costume or makeup, obviously a novice, and she’s looking pretty ordinary. She takes the stage. I look out at her for a moment and figure she’s got about two minutes left, so I do something like take a sip of water or tie my shoe or look down at my notes. For some reason, I glance back out at her and…BAM! That child is dancing like there’s no tomorrow. What’s up with her? I can’t look away as she works herself into whirling, pulsating vapor. What she lacks in technique, she is more than making up for in…gosh, what is that? Guttural, undulating, raw, razor-sharp intent.

Something washes over me, and I begin to connect the dots.

Her dance ends, and she is running offstage straight toward me. I somehow have the presence of mind to open my arms, and she falls into them sobbing and wraps herself around me, like she can no longer hold her own weight. I’m supposed to go out and announce the next dance, but I can’t move with her in my arms, so I just hold her. In a few minutes, her mom shows up backstage, peels her away from me and carries her off.

I look at my paperwork and see her name is Lydia, and the name of her dance is For Shelly. Her mom finds me later that day to apologize on Lydia’s behalf. She explains that Lydia and her cousin Shelly were both hospitalized on the same day with a mystery illness. Lydia survived. Shelly didn’t.

I’ve seen many a dancer perform a tribute to a loved one, but never quite like that. Not even close. Lydia choreographed that for Shelly and needed a place to dance it. So, there she was, at a dance competition. Talk about a lamb among…can I say it? Well, no. I’ll let you fill in that blank.

I never saw Lydia again. She must be in her late 20s now. I think of her so often, send off a little prayer to her, tell her she has so enriched my life and that I have never again seen anyone dance with that kind of power and dedication and strength of spirit. And I so very often whisper a thank-you to Shelly for standing in the wings with me that day and making me look back up.

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