Dance studios were places of magic with only a ballet bar, a mirror and bare floor space. Walking into one was exhilarating. I could transform into a butterfly from the cocoon of daily life. All through high school in Seattle, I survived a broken heart learning exhibition ballroom with my partner, Eric Dege, in the American Legend Hall. In a ballet studio in San Francisco I prepped for the Horse Girl in Genet’s Balcony for the Actor’s Workshop. I was able to be a lyrical woman of the night in only a G string and a black bra. For the Broadway role of Amy in Company we learned our chorus line dance in a midtown rehearsal room. Now, on Zoom at home there’s Stretch and Strengthen class. Tia Harker, the instructor, and I have played the same roles in shows. She is my mirror image only younger, prettier and a real dancer. But for an hour with Tia, I transform again into a “butterfly” during these pandemic times. Never mind that the wings are scarred and a bit torn. i still can fly.