I drove over to my choreography partner’s studio to practice more of the performance.
I went inside, and at least I didn’t interrupt any of her classes.
“I’m here, Galena.” I announced over to that ballerina.
“I heard you coming through the door, thank you very much.” Galena snarked as she approached me. “So how are things with you?”
“Alright. Yasmina will be stopping by later to show you her cello-playing skills, but other than that, I had some more ideas for the performance.”
“Oh? What did you have in mind?”
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