It's just a ball of dust
Underneath my feet
It rolls around the sun
Doesn't mean that much to me
I take a chance on the edge of life
Just like all the rest
I look inside and dig it out
Cause there's no points for second best
There's a raging fire in my heart tonight
Growing higher and higher in my soul
There's a raging fire in the sky tonight
I want to ride on the silver dove
Far into the night
Rogan moves to the center of the practically empty floor shyly. Closing her eyes she stretched her arms out and started to dance to the slow music. Raising her leg in front of her she turned with her other foot, her dress was changing into a gown. A smile spread across her dark green lips as she lowered her leg and moved her arms gracefully, moving on her toes around the middle of the dance floor. She had her eyes closed but she didn't seem to be bumping into anything. Her brown hair waved out as she moved gracefully. She needed to blow some steam without harming anything, and she was to energized to meditate.
Rogan opened her eyes to see more people on the floor. She smiles a toothly grin and continues to dance. Her fingers pointing out, her toes pointing up. Each move was delicate and graceful. Everything was smooth and deliberate. She thanked her feet for not giving out on her like in the past. She closed her eyes again and twirled, her head leaning back as her locks fanned out. Her arms reached us as she twirled, almost like she was ice skating.