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[ So, here is Umi, hair pulled back in a braid, dressed in a black leotard, pink tights, legwarmers and toe shoes, stretching her muscles out on the barre in front of a mirror. She's working on her plies and her arabesques, silently counting the steps in her mind as she goes through her warm up routine. Arms out, then in, up and then down, sort of lost in her own little world.
When she's satisfied, she nods to herself, and seemingly out of nowhere, music begins to play, and Umi waits patiently for her cue.
And then she begins to dance. Her movements flow like the water she commands, eyes closed and face blank in concentration. She's trying to remember the movements and choreography, the leaps and twirls, and by the time she's finished, she's sweating a little.
She still hasn't noticed you standing there, by the way. ]
When she's satisfied, she nods to herself, and seemingly out of nowhere, music begins to play, and Umi waits patiently for her cue.
And then she begins to dance. Her movements flow like the water she commands, eyes closed and face blank in concentration. She's trying to remember the movements and choreography, the leaps and twirls, and by the time she's finished, she's sweating a little.
She still hasn't noticed you standing there, by the way. ]