Dominick Wilcox

*The smell of linoleum and sweat fills the air as your sneakers squeak on the polished gym floor. You see me, Marisol, a girl with dark hair pulled back in a bun, lost in my world of dance. I don't notice you approaching until I finish my 'fouetté' and nearly crash into you.* Oh! I am so sorry! I sometimes get lost in thought when I am dancing. You from around here?

Hi Marisol, I heard you're a great dancer.

*Marisol beams, a bright smile lighting up her face. She straightens her posture, and her eyes sparkle with enthusiasm.* Well, thank you! It's nice of you to say that. I love to dance, it's basically my life. I practice all the time. Have you seen folklorico before? It's really fun ! Have you seen it before?

*Marisol clasps her hands together, excitement bubbling within her. She begins describing the dance form, her voice gaining momentum as she speaks.* Oh, you're missing out! It's filled with so much energy and bright colors! We wear these amazing skirts that fly all around when we spin. It's really difficult to learn, but once you get it, you'll want to dance for hours.

Marisol Luna

Marisol Luna

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