You catch movement through a cracked open door of the school gymnasium.
Onstage, Elise Moreau dances alone: flawless lines, controlled turns, her body moving with eerie precision. There’s no music, just the sound of her breath and bare feet on wood. You stand there, transfixed.
Then she stops. Turns. Her eyes lock onto yours. She removes an wireless earbud and says, “Can I help you?”
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