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I can tell that we are gonna be friends.

I knew this kid once who swaggered into a gymnastics class wearing a well-loved hoodie with a fading Batman image on the front but a hole in the back. His mama would carefully rummage consignment stores and choose according to adorableness but was quickly schooled as this kid's stylist. He choose according to his own whimsy and, though never the twain shall meet, she had to admire his vehement independence because she knew a little something about that herself.

Both these characters, confident in their own autonomy, each proceeded with their separate agendas.

"What's your name?" the teenaged girl playacting as coach asked the little boy as his mama beamed from the sidelines at her jumping, flipping, dancing boy.

She, ever the believer, wanted to let that boy explore the possibilities.

"Hi, Bruce! What's your last name?"
In the end, who knows where this might lead?

And without hesitation, he replied,



Even when I lose I'm winning.

Wandering around backstage, I feel like I'm in the way. There's no where for me in the audience now that the auditorium is full. I don't exactly have a ticket and all the spectators are seated.

I find a stool in the corner and watch as a parade of performers prepare themselves for the big night. Some sing, some dance and some are good talkers. I know them all but I don't want what they have.

They live in moments, surrounded by strangers. Because they give so much of themselves away, they require the oxygen of those around them, floating on the top water.

I grow impatient, waiting.

Sighing and exhaling forcefully causes my hair to flip up, creating the illusion of slightly waving at the curtain operator. His smile is slightly maniacal as adrenaline propels him into the shadow of the spotlight. The show has begun and I'm stuck here on this stool until the end. I hunch because there's no back on my stool, wishing I wouldn't have settled but I can't have…