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she tries to speak to him. her place wasn't in the corner today as it would be normally.

she attempted to take a leap with the courage she bottled up within her. so she glanced at the boy fast asleep in the corner. her steps took her over to that
very spot to sit with him, yet he didn't move.

she let music pour into her ears through her earbuds beside the snoring one. when he woke up she would use an american style wave in his direction.

"main dancer" the instructor
called. he once more didn't move so she acted
with instinct and poked the shoulder
of his red cotton shirt. 'your solo' she mouths with gloss glazing her lips. he nods standing up
and moving himself to the front of the grand room.

he came back to his lonely corner and acted as if it were normal for her to be placed with him. she was so close to speaking to him, just not close enough.


"h-" she cuts herself off quickly.
why was it so hard for such simple words
to leave her mouth?

so she decides to save her
words for tomorrow as she turns up the volume of her music and let her mind float into an imaginary world where maybe she never hesitated to let her words slip from her mouth.











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