no one is saying dance, monkey, dance, except for taylor herself. it’s not always easy or comfortable, and she doesn’t have to pretend it is. but she’s really, really proud that even when things are hard or weird or scary or she’s in physical pain or emotional anguish, even when her world is ending, she can get out there, do her job, and do it well. that’s the point of this story. no matter what else she can’t control, she’s in charge of this corner of the strange little rocket ship she’s on, and no one can take that from her, even if they can bring her to her knees in every other way.