Back up
Chest out
Feet pointed
Don't move, it will only make this worse
Back up
Chest out
Feet pointed
Fade into the background, it will make this easier
Back up
Chest out
Feet pointed
Move too quickly and they fill find you
Move too quickly and they will know who you are
Back up
Chest out
Feet pointed
Don't tell them you don't like it
Don't tell them this isn't for you they won't care
Back up
Chest out
Feet pointed
Don't ask why
Don't ask why
Don't ask why, you don't even know yourself.
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Sounds like a nightmare happening during a ballet class.