Dancer.

Apart we will begin to dance to our own melodies as if god pushed play at the same time hoping that fate would cure our maladies, He saw that we were on a different time scale but we would eventually meet and together we would cure our misery's.

Let's take god out of the equation, and we can leave fate at the front door, knocking.  

I'm dancing in this life to the tune of the world. Crashing waves and fireworks, wind in trees and swift creeks, loud feet on concrete and horns from the human swarm. A yell from the alley way or a sell for a cure to a bad day. These toes are tappin'. Most would think my movements drastic and spastic, but I talk with my hands a lot so listen up and join in. Maybe this is a good idea? A school to dance to the sounds of the world... like class next to waterfalls, or frantic flailing in shopping malls. Not a school, no one needs to learn how to do this, its just listen to what's around you and move it, shake it, create it. I'll make this one flyer, come join me on getting higher, a time and date, now time to wait. 

Ohh... that's rhythmic, I've already laced my dancing shoes up, the time is right and the knocking is at my door, surely not my neighbors. But what if it's the mail man? A creak in the door, I do a twirl and end in a flourish... It's just the mail man,"Sorry son, we've lost your package." My chest drops and ties a knot, he turns to leave and there wiggling fingers to the BLEEP BLOOP of the mail mans machine is a dancer, she states her name "I'm Fate." My first answer.