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Black Swan, White Swan

ROSALINA'S POV

I stepped through the double doors of the ballet studio, the familiar scent of wood polish and rosin filling my senses. The spacious room was bathed in soft morning light, casting a serene atmosphere that never ceased to calm my racing thoughts. As I made my way to the center of the room, the worn wooden floor creaked beneath my ballet slippers.

"Rosalina!" Stacy's vibrant voice called out, puncturing the tranquility of the studio. I turned around to find her, dressed in her neon pink leotard and matching leg warmers, bouncing towards with the same friendly smile plastered across her face.

"Why didn't you reply, girl?" Stacy questioned, and I could trace the annoyance in that question.

"Well, I was busy so it just went over my head," I told her, my smile turning fake.

"So you're coming this Friday night, right?" Her voice pitched loud, garnering attention from the other dancers who looked at me expectantly. Nina stood in a corner with her arms crossed over her chest, wa
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