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"SO WHAT IS YOUR dance experience?"
"Dance?"
"Yes." The woman repeated.
A harsh lump was stuck in her throat. Memories of the past clogged her mind; she remembered being a childish and naive kid, thinking that the reason her parents let her hold those shoes in her fingertips were because they "cared". But truthfully, she didn't care, because when she had those shoes in her hands, nothing else in the world mattered. Only the music and her. What started off as a hobby turned into light, hope, and sacrifice. It was the only thing she had for herself. It was something that she thought couldn't be taken from her. Until that too was stripped away.
But now here, in the room with the woman who was sure to shape her whole entire life into something better, she had never felt more free.
"Ballet." She whispered with a small smile on her lips.
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