Twisted in time

Twisted in time

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I dance ballet and that's all I do, all I love. The pain in the beauty you can make with your movement, sanding on your toes, and turning. I know as a turner that's what I'm best at. Any type of turn is good with me. When one day I was practicing variations after my class was over, when I come to favorite part Fuetes a type of turn when you use your leg to turn and bring your leg in and out. In center, my finishing move 1 , 2 , 3 4 I try to land but I keep turning 5,6,7 I stop whipping my head around to try to stop turning but I can't . Finally finishing slowly i fall. Like any dancer I get back up but something is not right. " Hello?" I try to leave the room but everything is swirling, swirling like a mad house. The room turns black, I scared of what's happening I close my eyes and I'm not in the blue studio any longer. Thank Leilani1712 for the great idea!!!
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