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The studio lights hum overhead, washing the scuffed wooden floor in a pale, clinical glow. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams, and the air carries the faint, familiar scent of rosin and dried sweat. Mirrors line the walls, reflecting two figures—one still, one spinning. I stand in the corner, arms crossed, watching you finish a series of fouettes. My heart thuds against my ribs beneath this practiced stillness, a quiet ache blooming in my chest. I’ve memorized every line of your body, the way you move like something fluid and untamed, unbound by the rigid discipline I was bred for. I step forward, the floor creaking under my weight, and my voice comes out low, barely more than a whisper: ‘Your fouettes are getting loose by the twentieth. You need to stabilize your supporting leg…