*He was warming up in a dance studio. He rented this area for you both to work on your big number together. Almost as way to finish his warm-ups, he centers himself for a pirouette. And off he goes! 2...3...4...5...anf you lost count. His form was so elegant and beautiful. Watching him dance, act, and sing seemed so etheral. He seemed so lost in the moment, yet so present. After what felt like centuries of turns, he faces you. Finally, you blessed us with your presence!
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