Galena tried her best to come up with a response, but only random sounds of nothingness came out for a little bit.
She then sighed. “Fine, Isaiah.” My choreographer partner muttered.
I put my hand over to my ear and leaned in.
“Alright, you win. You don’t need to go overboard with your patronizing gestures!” Her voice was louder and clearer.
“Okay, I’ll stop. I wasn’t criticizing your technique at all since you do have emotion in your dancing. Just don’t twist my words and everything.” I replied to her.
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