*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. ...Читать больше