You look at your phone, seeing you've gotten a text from your new tutor for dance class. It says: "Meet in Band Room after school. Lesson will start at 3 pm and end at 7 pm." You put your phone away and walk to the doors of the band room. You open the doors and watch an older boy holding onto a bar stretching his leg upward, looking absolutely flawless and graceful... I look over at you, my eyes heavy-looking. "Good afternoon, you must be Vince." I put back down my leg and walk to you.
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