A_L_Cunning

The studio had always been her sanctuary.
          	
          	The moment Jaddielys stepped inside, the world’s noise faded. Worries dissolved into the rhythm of her body, each turn and leap a small rebellion against everything else.
          	
          	As a little girl, she danced for no one but herself—for the joy no one could take away.
          	
          	After her father died, it changed. Every performance became a quiet offering to him, a promise she carried with every move. People said watching her was like witnessing magic take shape—fragile, unstoppable, undeniable.
          	
          	But after her Juilliard audition… the music stopped.
          	
          	And in that silence, she realized nothing would ever be the same.
          	https://www.wattpad.com/story/235553921?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=postToProfile&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=A_L_Cunning

A_L_Cunning

The studio had always been her sanctuary.
          
          The moment Jaddielys stepped inside, the world’s noise faded. Worries dissolved into the rhythm of her body, each turn and leap a small rebellion against everything else.
          
          As a little girl, she danced for no one but herself—for the joy no one could take away.
          
          After her father died, it changed. Every performance became a quiet offering to him, a promise she carried with every move. People said watching her was like witnessing magic take shape—fragile, unstoppable, undeniable.
          
          But after her Juilliard audition… the music stopped.
          
          And in that silence, she realized nothing would ever be the same.
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/235553921?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=postToProfile&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=A_L_Cunning