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FLORA KING IS ONLY GRACEFUL WHEN SHE DANCES. When she is not dancing, she is a living disaster, a whirlwind of a girl who's no longer a kid but barely an adult. Sometimes, she demands attention and time of the people around her because growing up, her mother was a hard worker and always busy, and sometimes only really paid attention to her when Flora decided to take up the same passion she had when was younger, dance.

She would often going exploring for hours, finding places to dance until her feet hurt and then some, and she wouldn't arrive back home until the sky turned into mixtures of reds, pinks, and oranges and then a sky full of glimmering stars. Her mother wouldn't notice unless she brought home an injured kitten.

Florence King, Flora because only her mother insists on calling her Florence, is a walking catastrophe, held up only by the determination and optimism that things will always end well stowed away in her bones.

When Flora wanted something, little was able to stop her from getting it. Her friends would be the first to testify to her stubbornness, she'd grown with a will of steel and an endurance to chase her desires into fruition because her parents, especially her mother, never had.

It's why she took the role of Bianca D'Amore, a waitress at the Hollywood Ghost Club that seemed way more intertwined with the boys of Sunset Curve than previously thought, without any hesitation.

Flora had never been one to be afraid to take any risks because she never wanted to be like her mother.

Now she's on a plane with two out of four of her best friends, on her way to Vancouver for her first day on set for the Hollywood Ghost Club for what's bound to be one of the most amazing performances she'll ever dance in given the choreography she's been given to look at while on the plane.

There is a schedule attached to the email too, detailed with each building she needed to report to, and how long each rehearsal is. She added a shorthand version to the notes app on her laptop and phone as a backup measure because sometimes things happen.

The flight is half-way over since Los Angeles wasn't too far off from Vancouver in terms of flying and she had watched the choreography enough to know it in her dreams.

There's a thrumming in her chest, electric and tingling, though she's unsure whether to attribute it to nerves or excitement. Maybe both; today marks the start to the rest of her life, after all.