There's a time in a dancer's life when movement is no longer a job and becomes their very soul, their world, their identity.
And when that world ceases to exist, they depend on those that they love to help pick up the pieces, dust them off and put them back together again. Abe's Dom is there for him when the bits scatter, ready to pick them up and slam them back together again. With a paddle, if need be.
There's a time in a dancer's life when movement is no longer a job and becomes their very soul, their world, their identity.
And when that world ceases to exist, they depend on those that they love to help pick up the pieces, dust them off and put them back together again. Abe's Dom is there for him when the bits scatter, ready to pick them up and slam them back together again. With a paddle, if need be.