Sophitia was a ballerina. She was built like a ballerina, tall, slender, with trim muscles on her legs and a strong, but soft look about her posture. What made her better than the average girl hoping to become a beautiful ballerina, was that she could heard music in her head. It wasn't the same as hearing a song and it was stuck in her mental ear for the next three days. Rarely was the music in Sophitia's head something she had heard on the radio or being sung badly by the Cinderella Club between classes, and she liked it that way. This gave her the peculiar talent of finding the enjoyment and seeing a dance in anything that had even the slightest musical quality, as long as it had that musical flare in the first place.
Speaking to a beat was not a musical quality, and so Sophitia was grateful that her brain symphony decided to never play her rap. She had been pretty amazed when it decided to translate her favorite video game music into the full works of an orchestral epic though. That was a year ago, senior year of high school, when Sophitia was taking her auditions to get into Pennington Dance Academy.
Now, Sophitia sat in the cafeteria of the academy's castle, based entirely on the layout of Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany. It was the great dining hall, made more modern with comfortable booth seating that could be removed to offer a Great Hall for the many dances that the academy held every week. She was eating something the cook, Daniel, came up with during a streak of inspiration - three lamb meatballs resting on a bed of pine-nut rice pilaf with a cherry-wine rosemary sauce. It sounded disgusting to Sophitia, but she had been the only one in the student body to be brave enough to give it a go.
It wasn't bad.
It wasn't Winter of Vivaldi's Four Seasons, but it was a rather pleasing combination of warm strings and a single high piccolo enjoying itself with a solo.
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