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The vintage covers feel so rough yet so wonderfully familiar against her skin. She taps her feet along to the melancholy of The Cure’s Lovesong and smiles to herself at the irony of the lyrics, relishing the giddy feeling right down to the tips of her shoes.
Adrenaline. Action. Abandon.
As the wind rushes through her hair, she knows she has never felt so
Alive.
From the moment she opens her eyes each morning, she begins taking mental snapshots of her life. They leave an intangible impression on her – at least until she picks up her camera, slips on her shoes and begins creating the tangible through the visual mark of her prints and physical mark of her footprints.
Barefoot, she treads softly across the shore as if walking on air. With a pair of weejuns in her right hand and sunlight glinting off her golden hair, she looks off into the distance dreamily. A bubbly wave washes over her feet, and she runs toward the ocean, dropping her shoes into the wet sand, unaware of the gentle but firm imprints they have left behind.
Balancing the precarious pile of books in her arms, she kicks the door to her room open and drops them on the ground. The familiar sense of comfort and anticipation looms as she stares at the pages waiting to be read and she realizes yet again how lucky she was to find her passion – and herself – so early in her youth.
As the usual thrill of the purchase sweeps over her, she rushes home to line her new pair up with the countless others that have only just gotten comfortable in the large closet.
Grass, sunlight, warmth: he feels barely anything but the overwhelming sensation from the elements around him. With only his notebook and pen for company, he writes down a single but all-encompassing word: joy.
Looking out her window, she finds it hard to believe she will ever be as good as them. Still, she throws on her shoes and a brave face and saunters out with as much confidence as she can muster. And then, as the first beat hits her body, she feels her inhibitions disappear.
He touches the faded photograph wistfully, remembering the days they would sit on the roof under the stars. He smiles fondly at the memory of how they all ended up buying the same pair of loafers – the colors, of course, matching the personalities they had built for themselves then – and wonders when they went from talking about what they wanted to be, to actually being.
he can feel them staring at her bright red hair as she sits outside the theater and gazes at the tree she has dubbed the Tony to her Maria. Absent-mindedly, she plays with her shoelaces while reciting her lines with a fiery passion they like to compare to leading ladies of the golden era.
