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{As instructed by her agent, Diva has started to pick up dancing to add to her resume. Well, dancing that isn't ballroom dancing, anyways. To start off, she has picked up ballet, since according to her instructors, it's the basis for many other dances. Diva doesn't really mind about that, but she has been having fun with it.

As such, she's brought a section of the barre and its mirrors with her, which she's stretching against.}

I almost feel bad that I moved on to the intermediate class so fast, but I guess it's to be expected. Ne, I mean, it would have been the same if I had done another kind of exercise. I'm just naturally better than humans at things like this.

{She's mostly thinking aloud, but as if to demonstrate, moves to hold her leg up for a near-standing split. But then she's back to stretching normally, and sighs}

I'd rather do the partnered dancing, though. The stretching and dancing alone, it's boring. I could just do all of that here.

Comments

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ne, alright then. I would like to try living that way! Just to see what it's like.

[didorothy]

Said the Prince to the Pauper.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh? Would you like to live in my mansion for a week, then?

[didorothy]

No, thank you. I'd be late for work.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't be late. You could always leave a bit earlier.

[didorothy]

No, thank you. If I wake up any earlier, I won't have enough sleep to live through the day, and if I get in later--I don't like to go to work later.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

...What time do you go to work, Sam?

[didorothy]

[...err]

On time.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

But what time is that?

[didorothy]

I don't check.

[liar]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

...That doesn't sound like the Sam Tyler I know.

[didorothy]

[uhm]

Eight thirty?

[try earlier]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

That's not that early! You must go to bed really late, then. So there's the problem.

Of course, I don't really wake up at all, but I have a dance class at five thirty in the morning on Wednesdays.

[didorothy]

[well good, she bought it]

Ridiculous hours seems exactly your style of living.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

It's a lot easier when you don't have to sleep. Six months without even a nap, now.

{Laughs} But that's not quite what you mean, is it?

[didorothy]

I still can't hear you say that without thinking it's unhealthy.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Well, for me it doesn't really matter. Ne, but...it's just that whenever I would sleep, I would have awful nightmares. They were really scary!

[didorothy]

I think I haven't had a good dream in over a year. It still sounds unhealthy.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Mm, well, you did have a nightmare when I was with you when you were blind. Or, I assume that's what it was.

{She smiles a little, almost apologetic for that} But I wish you had better dreams, Sam. You can't run away from them like I can.

[didorothy]

I've managed with it. I'll be fine.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Well, I can see that you have! I just wish that it was possible to do something about it.

[didorothy]

There are always pills.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Shakes her head}

No, those are bad. You shouldn't. Especially not, since...well...It could be bad, since you're in a coma, right?

[didorothy]

I wouldn't trust medication from this era anyway.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Is it bad?