This is officially the cheeziest post I've ever produced.

Six dancers. All from different schools. Two that are sophomores, two that are juniors, and two that are seniors. Palmer, Alison, Leah, Marisa, Erin, and Rachel-- their names spelling Palmer. It was a group that was meant to be. Our mandatory dance classes being on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but we ended up being there almost every other day of the week together. This was the kind of group that no one ever got left behind. We were some of the best dancers the studio had ever seen because we worked together to put on an amazing show. Going to the dance studio became the one part of our day's that we could be ourselves. It was a freeing experience where we could relieve all of our stress, laugh, and dance. Being apart of that group was the experience of a lifetime. At the final recital, we came together in the dressing room for our final speech of the season. Our dance teacher put her arms around us and told us that we were thee group. We topped anything she had ever seen before. That we changed the studio, the advanced class, and even her, forever. This is cheezy and terrible, but one of the most amazing things that's ever been said to me (us). Once the season was over, we all predicted that we would never be able to dance again. But our group was too strong to let that happen. We still meet weekdays to choreograph, dance, and just be together. It's a group that I'll always consider myself apart of even when we're all miles and miles away from each other.