Male- Dancing Without Words

(A boy enters, he dances beautifully, ends his routine, bows and addresses the audience. He speaks with a strong at times stutter.) Thank you. Thank you. Ever since I was five years old, that’s really when I learned to walk and run, I know I was somewhat of a late bloomer, my parents put me in… you guessed it dance. I didn’t know why at first but when I got older I knew. Watch this (He dances a short combination) see…when I dance, you can’t hear me. And my mom and dad they knew that I would need that. That one thing that I’m good at that’s mine to take people’s mind off the fact that I can’t speak nearly as well as I dance. So thanks mom and dad, you definitely did that right. So let’s address the elephant in the room, am I gay? Oh come on that’s what you wanted to know right? I remember when I walked into my first dance class I couldn’t speak very well for my age of for me but I knew it was strange that I was the only little boy in my class. And the older I got I found myself constantly asking that question to myself. I never asked my parents I was just glad that I had this outlet. This chance to do something that allowed my body to speak for me and I never had to use my own words. I would just turn the music on and so what the rhythm told me to do. So I’m a nineteen year old dancer, I’m a guy, I wear tights and dance belts which are much more comfortable than they seem (Laughs), ballet shoes and I can proudly get dressed in a room full of girls and focus on me. So about that elephant I can proudly say that I am- NOT gay. So changing in the room with the girls was a plus to my m-m-m-masculinity. (Laughs, beat)