She had wanted an instrument which allowed her to create music while dancing. But not simply bells on her ankles, not tap shoes on her feet. She wanted something which would fully encompass the sounds she felt while dancing.
She envisioned drums below her feet, drums behind her, a ten foot tall stand of cymbals available to her side. Wrapped around her arms would be stretchy material and attached to the end would be rubber balls which could be thrown against the drums or held in her hands.
They had built her dream and now she danced. Her feet thrilled on the metallic drums, reminding her of dancing on the metal sheets which covered hidden spaces below the sidewalks of Flag. The cymbals sang as she fluttered them with burst from the elastic material on her left arm. The heavy bass drums boomed in happy protest as her right arm flung the rubber high, whipping it back and for in a ten foot fall.
She danced with her entire body. She composed with her mind. The audience roared to its feet as she collapsed in utter abandon, spent and free.
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