Ken had assumed that he would like this class the first day he'd arrived at the school and joined in. Now, after he'd been in it for a short time, the most he could say was that it was... interesting. Entertaining wasn't quite the word, though sometimes it fit perfectly. His instructor, Madama Yzma. She was something else entirely. For the most part of the lesson he tried to hang back and prevent himself from laughing hysterically over her enthusiastic dancing if you could call it dancing.
That was what he was doing currently; hanging out in the middle of the other students with one hand over his mouth. Small chuckles slipped past his barrier, but so far he wasn't doing too badly. He'd hardly been paying attention to the assignment that the instructor gave them. While Ken was new at dancing, and knew it, he figured he could at least dance it a way that didn't look quite as... painful and scary.
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That was what he was doing currently; hanging out in the middle of the other students with one hand over his mouth. Small chuckles slipped past his barrier, but so far he wasn't doing too badly. He'd hardly been paying attention to the assignment that the instructor gave them. While Ken was new at dancing, and knew it, he figured he could at least dance it a way that didn't look quite as... painful and scary.
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