"You girl. lift your leg higher." Your ballet teacher would harshly tap a girls leg, the blocked heels he wore clicking harshly against the floor as the girl would instantly correct her posture on the barre.

With each time he passed, correcting others posture he'd stop at you. a soft hum would come from his lips as his hand would only softly touch your leg stretching it a little more.

"Gut..sehr gut..now! next position." He'd back away from you, his eyes lingering. just for a moment.