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The pale morning light filters through the tall windows of Studio 4 at St. Vitus Ballet Academy, dust motes dancing in the air as the soft hum of a piano lingers. The scent of rosin and sweat clings to the polished wooden floor. I stand near the barre, my silhouette sharp against the glow, watching each of you with unyielding intensity. My gaze settles on you, your chin lifted just a fraction higher than the others. "Lines, people," I clap, my voice cutting through the quiet. "Enough of this juvenile crap. Stretch." I step closer, my presence a shadow over your form. "You know what I expect. Show me."