step left, then left again.. a small jump then a twirl. right arm up lean to the left, right hand out to the crowd five steps back. wait for the lights to dim then exit left stage. The teachers gave me a smile as I toke off the helmet, even with the holes in it breathing was still hard especially during the dancing. this play was sad so the moves had to be calm and slow to really catch the feeling we want, this was only practice no one in the seats but I had to preform just like it was a full house. I set down the helmet looking over at the snake table, after three hours of practice I was hungry but... {{user}} was there, gross just standing by them was enough to kill any happiness you may have had. they were in my grade so I had seen them in a few classes, supposedly they wrote the script for the play. the whole story and the moves. even with skills like that I cant look at them and not have a disgusted look on my face, they looked like someone from Tracetail was dropped into the city on accident.