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Authors: Stephanie Perry Moore
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âSomething happened to me when I was a child. Either I donât remember, or I donât wanna remember, but it just surfaced to me, and itâs making me go bonkers. I mean, one minute Iâm lucid, and the next minute Iâm totally insane. I need help badly. Iâm so sorry I made it hard for my line sisters.â
âCassidy, itâs okay. You didnât make it hard for anybody. Tell me whatâs been going on. We need to figure all this out,â Dr. Garnes said as she took notes.
Grabbing her sleeve, I said, âI need you to keep this to yourself.â
âWould you like for Sam, Isha, and Cheryl to leave?â Dr. Garnes asked, assuming I needed privacy.
âNo, she can stay, but I need this not to be repeated.â Dr. Garnes nodded and gave me the assurance that talking would help. âA couple months ago I was raped. I think one of my momâs boyfriends raped me when I was young, too. The memories of both horrible events keep plaguing my brain. I donât know how to deal with all this. I feel so sorry for myself right now. Iâm pitiful.â
7
BOUNCE
A week later, I was back at dance practice in stride again. Although Ginger had made up the moves and thought they would be too difficult for me to learn at the eleventh hour, I was throwing down on her dance that I had to admit was pretty tight. Before practice started, however, we had a lot of drama. She had gone to the band director to get him to agree not to let me be in the homecoming festivities because I had missed so many practices.
Thankfully, Director Paxton had my back and was fine with the fact that I had been incapacitated. Dr. Garnes had written me a doctorâs note and had worked with me consistently over the last week. She had even put me on some meds and, thankfully, though I couldnât say I was back to my old self, I was vibrant, fun, and not taking it all so seriously.
Though it would have been nice to have had friends on the dance team, I knew that was impossible. Having buddies in this group was a waste because folks wished I wasnât the team captain. I knew a lot of the jealousy toward me spawned from Ginger and Meagan as a result of Al Dutch. They had issues with each other as well. Iâm sure when I had been gone they had had their power struggle over who would rule. Though Ginger had won, and now everyone including Meagan was following her lead, I knew they wanted it to stay that way. So instead of trying to create more havoc and demand their respect, I went over to Ginger and tried to make peace.
âCan I please talk to you for a sec? I just need a bit of your time,â I said to her after practice when everyone else was dismissed.
âYeah, what do you want?â Ginger said with severe attitude.
Ignoring her snobbish retort, I said, âI just wanted to let you know I really like your dance. Girl, it is hot. Weâre gonna turn a lot of heads with that smooth groove at homecoming.â
âYou think so?â she said, absolutely blown away that I was giving her accolades.
I could tell I had swept her off her feet with my response. I wasnât being fake and phony about it. Making up hot dances wasnât easy, so if I saw someone who had skills, she needed to be told so. That was the drum-major side of me coming out. Director Paxton had told me that encouraging section leaders only made for a healthy, more whole, happier band.
I nodded. âYes, Iâm serious, I like it.â
She didnât know how to respond. We had been playing tit for tat all year long. Sheâd say something mean to me; I would say something mean back to her. We needed to cut all that out. The same day sheâd tried unsuccessfully to get me kicked off the team indefinitely and created a big mess was the same day I had realized the feud had to end. It was a big move on my part, and I set myself up so she could make me eat crow or make me glad I showed class and
âCassidy, itâs okay. You didnât make it hard for anybody. Tell me whatâs been going on. We need to figure all this out,â Dr. Garnes said as she took notes.
Grabbing her sleeve, I said, âI need you to keep this to yourself.â
âWould you like for Sam, Isha, and Cheryl to leave?â Dr. Garnes asked, assuming I needed privacy.
âNo, she can stay, but I need this not to be repeated.â Dr. Garnes nodded and gave me the assurance that talking would help. âA couple months ago I was raped. I think one of my momâs boyfriends raped me when I was young, too. The memories of both horrible events keep plaguing my brain. I donât know how to deal with all this. I feel so sorry for myself right now. Iâm pitiful.â
7
BOUNCE
A week later, I was back at dance practice in stride again. Although Ginger had made up the moves and thought they would be too difficult for me to learn at the eleventh hour, I was throwing down on her dance that I had to admit was pretty tight. Before practice started, however, we had a lot of drama. She had gone to the band director to get him to agree not to let me be in the homecoming festivities because I had missed so many practices.
Thankfully, Director Paxton had my back and was fine with the fact that I had been incapacitated. Dr. Garnes had written me a doctorâs note and had worked with me consistently over the last week. She had even put me on some meds and, thankfully, though I couldnât say I was back to my old self, I was vibrant, fun, and not taking it all so seriously.
Though it would have been nice to have had friends on the dance team, I knew that was impossible. Having buddies in this group was a waste because folks wished I wasnât the team captain. I knew a lot of the jealousy toward me spawned from Ginger and Meagan as a result of Al Dutch. They had issues with each other as well. Iâm sure when I had been gone they had had their power struggle over who would rule. Though Ginger had won, and now everyone including Meagan was following her lead, I knew they wanted it to stay that way. So instead of trying to create more havoc and demand their respect, I went over to Ginger and tried to make peace.
âCan I please talk to you for a sec? I just need a bit of your time,â I said to her after practice when everyone else was dismissed.
âYeah, what do you want?â Ginger said with severe attitude.
Ignoring her snobbish retort, I said, âI just wanted to let you know I really like your dance. Girl, it is hot. Weâre gonna turn a lot of heads with that smooth groove at homecoming.â
âYou think so?â she said, absolutely blown away that I was giving her accolades.
I could tell I had swept her off her feet with my response. I wasnât being fake and phony about it. Making up hot dances wasnât easy, so if I saw someone who had skills, she needed to be told so. That was the drum-major side of me coming out. Director Paxton had told me that encouraging section leaders only made for a healthy, more whole, happier band.
I nodded. âYes, Iâm serious, I like it.â
She didnât know how to respond. We had been playing tit for tat all year long. Sheâd say something mean to me; I would say something mean back to her. We needed to cut all that out. The same day sheâd tried unsuccessfully to get me kicked off the team indefinitely and created a big mess was the same day I had realized the feud had to end. It was a big move on my part, and I set myself up so she could make me eat crow or make me glad I showed class and
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