[Someday maybe she'll learn that. Someday, when she learns how to meditate, to let go. To just be.
You wouldn't think that's a problem she has, watching her dance. She's spinning and twirling, kicking up her heels, throwing up her hands, shaking her hips. There's no particular pattern to her movements, but somehow she makes it look natural and graceful rather than uncoordinated flailing. The music runs straight through her veins.
She keeps a tight grip on his hand all the while.]
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You wouldn't think that's a problem she has, watching her dance. She's spinning and twirling, kicking up her heels, throwing up her hands, shaking her hips. There's no particular pattern to her movements, but somehow she makes it look natural and graceful rather than uncoordinated flailing. The music runs straight through her veins.
She keeps a tight grip on his hand all the while.]