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fandomhighdorms2009-06-26 10:01 am
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First Floor Rec Room, Friday Afternoon
Karla sat at the piano, practicing. Her laptop was open, with more classical music queued up. Though her fingers were practicing scales, in her head she was going over dance steps she'd learned as a girl. It was a good thing that all her practice sessions with Leto had reminded her of the very basics of dancing.
Anyone passing by who claimed to occasionally see Karla get up and dance by herself for a few steps? LIED.
[Posted early to deny possible fail. Karla's here for one, but rec room's are always open.Like your mom I DIDN'T SAY THAT]
Anyone passing by who claimed to occasionally see Karla get up and dance by herself for a few steps? LIED.
[Posted early to deny possible fail. Karla's here for one, but rec room's are always open.

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Karla was pleased to note that even with bantering, Ender was keeping time. Most people new to dance ended up slowing or even stopping completely to think or speak.
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"I guess we'll have to see," he said, "Maybe you can get the air to catch you."
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"The air catching me won't do much for our appearance on the dance floor, will it?" Karla teased. "Just extend your arm, give me a spin, and mostly let go of my hand, then catch me with both." That made it sound enormously complicated. "Never mind all that. Just extend your arm."
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"Extending my arm," he said, with an amused tone to his voice, and did so.
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Karla followed his arm, and when it was fully extended, she spun. Then she grabbed his hand and pulled herself back into the proper position. Anyone watching would have had no idea that Ender had only moved his arm. Karla'd learned not only how to dance, but how to make others look as if they could dance well, too. More Protocol, actually.