Girl, Fall DownShe's stuck in the rhythm. One step forward, one step back, until she could scream. But she grits her teeth and points her toes, arms extended and loose like the wind. A few wisps of silver hair float down from her bun, curling around her neck. She keeps in time with the other dancers. One step forward, one step back, twirl, one step forward, on and on, until her eyes grow dull from boredom.A more advanced dancer, the lead girl, leaps and twirls her way down the line, light as a feather. She leaps and prances past, her eyes dark with determination. To her, the girl is nothing more than background scenery, just a prop, nothing to her grace a
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