He walked into the dance studio slowly. It was almost methodical the way he paced along the polished wood floors, studying the faux wood paneling as if he hadn't spent most of his high school career dancing across it. This place held so many memories for the young man. He couldn't believe it was all about to come to an end. Nationals and graduation were right around the corner. It was only a matter of time before the friends he held so close to his heart would become nothing more than a distant memory. As much as he would like to think his fellow glee clubbers would keep in touch in the years to come, he knew better than to keep that hope alive.
Taking a deep breath, Mike focused on the one thing he came to do here. Gracefully, he raised his arms, stretching them up to the sky. He let them fall as he spun in a pirouette. He let the music in his soul channel through his limbs and flow out of his body. He could almost hear his heart singing along. Every single movement was so precise, so controlled. It was pure freedom captured in the rhythm of the dance. After a few more calculated dance steps, he finally slowed, breathing heavily. The rush still hadn't left him as he started to grab his bag. "I'll see you around, old friend." He whispered behind his shoulder to the empty dance room. Though the room was bare of any sentiment, Mike could always feel a part of him stuck there, his imprint ingrained in those floors he had tread on for so long.