It always came naturally to me. The music. The lines. The way bodies flow together like waves. Some boys are natural athletes. I'm just a natural dancer. Of course, there's a level of mocking that comes with the territory. But, well, the manicures would've done it anyway. Besides, it's not malicious...okay. It's probably malicious.
Oh, but--I'm not--I mean, that's fine, but I'm not--I like girls.
No, I'm not in denial. It's just--have you ever tried being the one straight guy in a sea of...well, not straight guys? You'd think I'd get dates. You'd think I'd get lots of dates. But the girls just look at me and laugh. "I won't be your queer beard, Sam." "Well I don't need you to be my beard, Allie!"
It's not that they don't like me. They just won't believe me. Because straight guys can't dance. But they can. They can! My name is Sam Townes and I am a straight ballerina!
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