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[home is where her feet land, and the only beat she needs to dance is her tambourine hitting her hip.]

[she never minds dancing alone, but some of these kids nearby look like they might have some rhythm, or need a pick-me-up.]

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[wheresmynotes.livejournal.com]

[j-just over here watching, don't mind him.]

[helptheoutcasts.livejournal.com]

[it doesn't take her long to notice, twirling around with a swish of her dress and smiling warmly.]

Hey there.

[wheresmynotes.livejournal.com]

[...and little Dem over here is just going to go a light shade of red.]

... Hi!

[helptheoutcasts.livejournal.com]

You look like a dancer. Am I right?

[rattles the tambourine a little.]

[wheresmynotes.livejournal.com]

Huh? Oh, me, a dancer? Yeah, I like dancing. I play, too-- uh.

[lifts up his sitar, blinking.]