Mongo: The Beginning Mongo: In the beginning, all I wanted to do was dance. Things were important. Things were always important to me, but dance, it brought it all together and that was my happy. Mine. Mongo: Jazz ballet, tap, mamba, samba, cucumber, you name it; I was there, at the centre. It was when I started experimenting with crumping. We did it together. But then they started getting involved with all this east coast west coast bullshit. To me, that meant nothing. Mongo: I went out on my own, and that’s when it hit me. Interpretive dance, dance interpretation, and interpretations in dance, it was all the same thing. Mongo: One move, one goddamn move. there was no question about 'should' or 'should not', just 'how'. I was taken. Yeah, I could dance, but I wasn’t prepared. There wasn’t a book. That’s when I let him in. I couldn’t do it on my own. I wasn’t strong enough. I’d seen him lift the Dolphin Princess over his head in “We Live, We Breathe” every night, without falter. Mongo: I was upfront. I told him what was required. He knew his part, and he was complicit. Mongo: We were progressing. Things were in motion. Then she came along. Mongo: Her Mongo: I lost my balance. My course had been diverted, a more than momentary lapse. I offered her everything. It was all I could give, but it wasn’t enough. The world was never mine to give. Mongo: That’s when he split off. We hadn’t finished the training, there were lessons. He preempted the whole process, and within a month the Stadia was sold out. And he would be giving them the performance that was meant to be mine. Mongo: He didn’t understand it wasn’t the dangers, let alone the intent. The purpose. Mongo: In the end, it was a mess. Mongo: He got the cheers. But it was never meant to be incorporated into a standard “Boston Showboat”. The damage was done. Mongo: He never got it. Superficial Bullshit. But to be honest, at the time, neither did I. I wasn’t ready. I don’t think the world was ready. I went up the hill and asked for my humanity and my humility. It was all about words starting with 'H' at the time. I was given none, and I lost both. Mongo: Things are not given but earned. Georgie might have understood, I hope so. All the time she walked beside me, I could never remember her name. Then she was gone. I guess I could say that learning how to stand on your toes is half the battle, learn restraint. Make it automatic, so when you dance free, there’s no need for a filter because you will no longer need it. Mongo: It never belonged to me, it never belonged to me, but to give it to a fool for their own leptoquessence. Nah, not gonna happen. Mongo: Can I stand on my toes? Mongo: Nope. Mongo: No. Mongo: I teach! #monologue #funny #works Published 11-2-2026 Written on https://freewriter.app