Dance: Megan Qt

“I don’t dance,” Megan said.

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Then Megan walked onstage.

She closed her eyes.

And then she did the QT dance.

Someone in the front row laughed — not mean, just surprised. But by the middle, no one was laughing. The QT dance wasn’t impressive. It wasn’t athletic. It was honest . You could see the lonely Tuesday afternoons in it. The quiet victories. The way Megan said goodbye to her grandmother at the airport last spring without crying — but her left hand had traced a circle in the air, a silent hug. “I don’t dance,” Megan said

And the QT dance lived on.