scorching january sunlight pours in through the windows of the studio. it bounces off the wall in mirrors, making you squint as you dance across the floor. chassé, pas de bourrée, glissade, jeté. stretch that back knee in your jeté, y/n. miss gwen barks from her white plastic chair up the front of the room. you continue from here.
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14/04/2025