So, I have been with my doctor, my master and keeper, for what seems like ages. I thud up the bright, white corridors for hours every day seeing the same old sights. Metal beds on wheels glide past me, the water from mops swish around my sole. This was, until one day, I was put in a dark place and carried high up, jostled around. It was exciting but a little scary too. I missed the comfort of those hospital corridors. After what seemed like days of silence, finally I could hear the faint sound of music, it was getting louder. The music sounded happy, jaunty and lively. Strange things were happening to me, I wanted to move. As my master pulled me from the dark place, I looked around in awe. There above us, hanging proud, a beautiful silver glitterball. Below me, a smooth, shining wooden floor. As I took my rightful place on my master’s feet, I felt movement unlike any other. I tapped, glided and stomped. I felt alive.
Taken from the memoirs of Dr. Shoe, accessory to Dr. Ranj, participant in Strictly.