The dance floor is my second home.

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The light shone in through the large windows and bounced off the mirrors. When I walked into the studio I would flop on the centre of the floor, pull my shoes out of my bag, slipping on the pair according to the class I was about to take.

A dance studio always faintly smells like sweat and chalk. The space is full of energy, haunted by girls