Sunday

It was 5 p.m. Rehearsal was over. Snow had fallen all day. It was dark.

"How long do you think it'll keep snowing?" Eric asked.

"Idinno," Cory said.

"It's been snowing all day," Rachel observed.

"My dad might stay the night at the office if it keeps snowing," Amber said.

Her dad was a dentist.

"They said it might snow into the weekend," Chris said.

"Oh. I have to pick my sister up from ballet," Brittany said.

"At least we're inside where it's warm," Mandy pointed out.

She was frequently cold.

"How are the roads?" Dianna asked.

"We were 15 minutes late this morning," Santana replied.

"Oh."

"I was 20," Adam said.

"What are we going to do about dinner?" Puck asked.

"Well there are the vending machines," Tina returned, meaning we could get food from them.

"Yeah but they aren't much," Mike said.

"I don't know," Eric said.

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It was 6 p.m. I was at the ballet school an hour early. Even though I'd lost the lead I still had to go to class. I was outside in the hallway looking through a window in one of the tall wooden doors into a classroom. I saw the same woman I'd seen in the auditorium that afternoon, dancing. No one else was in the room. Her long dark hair was in a bun. She was wearing a white leotard, tights and pointe sheos. She was a very good dancer, beautiful, graceful and fluid. She didn't lose balance when she turned which is hard not to do. Her leaps and jumps were light. Each step merged into the next. There wasn't any music on but she moved as though there was.