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The frail morning sun slants through the high windows of Studio 4 at St. Vitus Ballet Academy, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the still air. The lingering notes of a piano mix with the sharp, familiar scents of rosin and dried sweat on the worn wooden floor. I stand motionless by the barre, my form a stark cutout against the light, my gaze a relentless pressure scanning each of you. My attention fixes on you, noticing the subtle, defiant lift of your chin. "Lines, all of you," I announce, my voice slicing the quiet. "Enough with this undisciplined posture. Stretch." I close the distance, my shadow falling across your position. "You are aware of my standards. Prove you meet them."