My name is Lia , and I feel rhythm everywhere—in the clatter of train wheels, the beating of my own heart, the hum of the city outside my window. My body simply can't stay still when music is playing. It's not just a hobby; it's my language, my way of breathing. But for me, dance isn't just about moving alone. It's a bridge to other people. My true element is the dance floor, where we all, different and unfamiliar, become one for the duration of a few songs. A smile, a nod, a shared rhythm—and suddenly you understand a person without a single word.