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WHO: Fakir, Rue, school-related NPCs.
WHERE: City Academy of The Arts
WHEN: Monday afternoon
SUMMARY: Rue and Fakir get called to discuss the upcoming regional ballet competition. Boring slice-of-life drama ensues.
FORMAT: Paramagraphs

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[insourarmor]

Fakir, still in vacation mode, arrived moments later rather than several minutes sooner. He paused in the doorway upon sighting Rue, and visibly grimaced, a dull sense of dread already welling up inside him. He sat before being prompted to do so, eager to at least get this over with.

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Rue cast a brief sideways glance at Fakir. What was he doing here? If he was going to be in the competition as well, couldn't she have called him separately?

"So I have good news for you both," said Madame Haywood. "You're going to represent the school in the regional ballet contest in February."

[insourarmor]

"Oh."

Fakir was almost relieved, yet that subtle dread lingered in the back of his mind. He sat up straight in his chair.

"I'm very honored, but why address us together? I could understand anyone else."

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Madame Haywood gave an uneasy smile.

"Well, you see, there are rules about how many students we can enter in each age group," she said. "And for yours, it's only one. Unless..."

"...They're performing a pas de deux," Rue said, looking distinctly unhappy.