forgotten identity

I remember someone from my high school days. He was a good dancer and a well-known by our batch because of his moves and how he rock the dance floor. He was also fun to be with. He had bunch of jokes to crack up with the group. He was also recognized as the only senior student that was a member of the Stepmasters (a dance group known in school) during our time. He has a heart of a dancer and dancing is his passion. Many girls in school admired him because of his moves and his looks, as said by many. I remember the time when we with our friends are together to hunt chicks around the place. He was the main man of the group, the one who will get to know the target and get her number. After graduation, things changed. He need to go to a far place to pursue his college career. He lost his interest in dancing at that time and chose to hold guitars instead. He became a rocker-dude and the worst, an emo kid. The guy with loose shirts and elephant pants transformed with a guy with tight jeans, black shirt, with porcupine hair and long bangs. As i walk along the corridors of our building, i always see the poster of our college's pop dance group, who recently claimed their 3rd consecutive championship in the SLU Dance Festival last January. It made me think of that person, from being a dancer and a rocker. Connected by one element -- Music. That person is me. Jhemz the Dancer and Jhemz the Rocker. Jhemz the Emo Kid? Not good.... Lol \m/,