Summer daze. Dancing on rooftops overlooking Michigan Avenue.
Tequila shots and bare feet.
Running from one end all the way to the other, stopping right before the edge, just because she gets a rush out of it.
Old records blaring through the windows, feeling free.
Finally able to sit back and take everything in.
The hot summer air, the sounds of the city, the music from her dad's record collection.
Writing her story with each day that comes.
Wildfox sunnies cover her eyes, you can't see what she hides.
Making her dreams she had as a kid into her reality.
Life's too short for anything less.
Let loose and dance. No one's watching, and who cares if they were. Be you and be a kid and fuck if anyone tells you to be different.
You were put here to do something, to do what you love.
Follow your passion and your dreams and never stop chasing them.
Know what you want, and go and get it.