1. a dance studio. preferably old and worn down, with a big thunderstorm outside. one light on over the floor, and classical music playing. wearing a black leotard, pink tights rolled up to your ankles and pointe shoes with no pads. the smell of the rain mixes wih the smell of sweat and rosin and makeup.

2. a big room with only a grand piano and a bench. play beethoven's pathetique and chopin's raindrop prelude and debussy's la fille aux cheveux de lin. close yours eyes and let the keys come through your fingers, up your arms, into your heart. your hair is falling in front of your face, but your fingers know the keys so well it doesn't matter.
3. an empty church.
disclaimer- I'm not antisocial. I actually really like people, so please don't let this scare you off =)
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