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WHO: Fakir, Rue, school-related NPCs.
WHERE: City Academy of The Arts
WHEN: Monday afternoon
SUMMARY: Rue and Fakir get called to discuss the upcoming regional ballet competition. Boring slice-of-life drama ensues.
FORMAT: Paramagraphs

Rue was not surprised that she'd been called to Madame Haywood's office after class, even if it was only their first day back. Before the end of last semester, she'd already learned about the regional competition and had asked about entering. Admittedly, it was a bit of a surprise that she was actually going to be entered. After all, there were plenty of other girls in the grades above her that could easily have been chosen to represent the school over someone who had only been there a semester. It was an honor, either way, and she was determined not to ruin her good fortune.

When she entered the office, Madame Haywood smiled at her, and gestured towards a chair in front of her desk.

"Go ahead and sit down, Rue," she said. "We're still waiting for one more person."

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"I've never known you to have much ambition, Fakir," Rue said calmly. "Honestly, I was surprised to hear you were even interested in the competition."

Fakir bristled. "What makes you think I don't have ambition?"

"At school you always seemed more focused on protecting Mytho than anything else. And you never tried out for lead roles, only supporting ones, or villains."

"That was at our last school," Fakir shot back defensively. "And I've been a lead here before."

"Fine, fine, I suppose you were," she said with a sigh. "Although you didn't seem too enthusiastic about that."

"Consider the female lead!" Fakir shot back, turning to glower at her with such force that his braid slapped him in the eye and totally ruined his chances of looking menacing.

Rue sighed again. Honestly, he was so predictable.

"I don't suppose you have any ideas, do you?"

"Since I hadn't even considered this until now, no, I don't," Fakir said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Did you?"

Rue looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I know you'll want to disagree with me..." she said. "But the black swan pas de deux doesn't have much in the way of close dancing. All you'll really have to do is hold me up for turns."

At this, Fakir raised an eyebrow. "I don't exactly disagree, but I'm surprised that you would consider dancing Swan Lake with me."

"How come?" she asked, looking over at him curiously. "It's just a ballet."

They both knew that wasn't true. But, she thought, if she told herself enough that it didn't matter anymore, maybe it would become true.