Dance doesn't start with music; it starts with the moment when you stop thinking and start feeling. Sometimes, I just close my eyes, turn on a random track, and let my body speak a language that doesn't need translation. When I dance alone in my room, I can be gentle or daring, slow or fast, and it's all me, the real me. Sometimes, when a day goes wrong, I turn on some rhythmic music, make a few moves, and the world falls back into place. There's a special kind of magic in dancing to a slow song when it's dark outside and only a small light is on in the room.