Blind Melon - No Rain Now

There, dancing in a circle around a massive oak tree, were dozens of them. There were bumblebees like her, but also dragonflies with iridescent capes, grasshoppers in green spandex, and butterflies with cardboard wings. They weren't professional dancers; they were awkward, joyful, and beautifully strange.

She would set her stage down in the middle of the park, the sun beating against her antennae. Click-clack, tap-tap. She danced for the joggers who didn’t look up and the pigeons that didn’t care. To Heather, the bright sunshine felt mocking. It was a loud, happy song played on a loop, leaving no room for the quiet, damp comfort of a rainy afternoon. Blind Melon - No Rain

Her name was Heather, but the kids at school just called her "The Bug." She lived in a world of scratchy yellow felt and heavy black stripes. While other teenagers were discovering grunge clubs and garage bands, Heather was practicing a tap-dance routine that no one had asked to see. She carried a small wooden stage with her, a tiny island of performance in a sea of indifference. There, dancing in a circle around a massive

The sky over the valley was a stubborn, unyielding blue. For the people of the town, it was a blessing; for the girl in the oversized bee costume, it was a cage. She would set her stage down in the