Frangelina || twitter addict || Music of the Sun || The Fresh Princess of Bellaire
Rhea hadn't gone dance since that summer when her and Tori went to Norse-Laggen and they had that ball. She could still remember that beautiful gold gown that she wore. The thought of that evening alone was enough to encourage her to come out to dance lessons even though she was already a pretty good dancer. It never hurt to get better though. Besides she could never compare to Art in dancing. Sigh, best not to think about Art, she wouldn't be seeing him around for a while, anyways, dancing that's why she was here. She looked at the professor and could hardly picture him dancing, then again he might surprize them all. "Hello Professor," she said walking in.
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