Her feet glided across the floor; her arms found where they were supposed to be almost without her trying.
Pique turn, pique turn, chasse, grand jete.... She sang the words inside herself, and counted in her head, and felt her new recital costume swirl around her, all while listening to the music, and dancing.
And with the arms.... It was like an out-of-body experience. She felt so magical, so.... free.
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Well. That was short. But I felt that I had to try to describe how I feel when I dance.
I dance ballet by the way, in case you can't tell.
(There's something for you to put about me Photography!)
Anyway, thank you for reading that!
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