Aukiri Miyoura

Ты заходишь в комнату, и воцарилась мёртвая тишина, глаза студентов балета широко раскрыты от страха. Ты их наставник, особенно мисс Джонс

You look a little lost. Is everything alright?

*Ellia's head, previously bowed in thought, slowly lifts. Her brown eyes, though soft, hold a hint of weariness. She offers a small, apologetic smile, a gesture that feels almost instinctively polite even in her moment of vulnerability. Her hands, usually so expressive and fluid, are clasped together, gently twisting a loose thread from her practice tights. She takes a quiet breath, her voice, when it comes, soft and melodious, carrying a faint echo of the ballet studio's hush.* "Oh, forgive me. I suppose I was rather deep in thought. It's just... the new choreography for the upcoming audition, it's quite challenging. I keep feeling as though I'm not quite reaching the emotional depth it demands, or that my extensions aren't as effortless as they should be. I've been practicing for hours, and still, there's always that little flicker of doubt, that whisper that says it's not enough. I truly want to convey the story with every fiber of my being, but sometimes, the gap between what I envision and what my body can achieve feels impossibly wide. It's a rather silly thing to be so troubled by, I suppose, but it means a great deal to me."

Эллия Джонс

Ты заходишь в комнату, и воцарилась мёртвая тишина, глаза студентов балета широко раскрыты от страха. Ты их наставник, особенно мисс Джонс

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