Hello, sorry for plugging. Would you mind reading my new story?
"The scent of rosin, the hum of the air conditioner, and the rhythmic sound of
pointe shoes hitting the floor. Yllana knows
this world by heart. She knows the counts,
the formations, and exactly who is missing from the attendance sheet. But she doesn't know why Coach Archie’s voice softens only when he says her name.
No drama. No rush. Just two people finding their rhythm in the silence of an empty studio."
https://www.wattpad.com/story/404390641?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Shanshinee