Secret Sibling Society

The music pulses through the floor boards and into the soles of her feet, sending vibrations up her spine that help to keep up the beautiful rhythm of her body. Her striking blue eyes watching every hauntingly graceful move of her lean figure in the floor length mirrors that line the walls of the studio. The pounding steps under her feet are creating their own melody with the rain pouring through the heavens and ricocheting off of the metal roof above her. The setting perfectly reflecting her emotions of despair, evoked by yet another crinkled paper with an obnoxious F written in the top corner that is sitting in her designer bag by the door.