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ROSALINA'S POV

I sat there on the wooden bench, nursing my throbbing legs, the burning sensation pulsating through my muscles. As I stared into the mirrored walls, my mind wandered aimlessly, consumed by the exhaustion of the grueling ballet practice. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, leaving a trail of moisture in their wake, as I exhaled a soft, wearied sigh. Just then, a gentle tap grazed my shoulder, jolting me out of my reverie. I turned to find a pair of fellow dancers standing before me, clad in their practice outfits, their faces adorned with radiant smiles.

"Hey there," the one with blonde hair said, a big, genial grin playing on her lips. "I'm Stacy, and this here's Nina." She motioned to her companion, whose dark hair framed a friendly face.

I managed a small smile, my voice a bit hoarse from the practice. "Hey, I'm Rosalina."

Stacy leaned casually against the bench. "You were really killing it out there. New to the group?"

I nodded, appreciating the warm welcome. "
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