Rachel peered around the ballet studio. No one seemed to want to come in that early, so she always had the whole studio floor to herself. She hit the PLAY button on the CD player and glided across the room. Her toes pressed down in her slippers and her arms waved above her head. Dancing made her feel so electric and free. With singing she was trying to impress people. But dancing was just for fun, so she had fun.
"Hey." She heard a small voice call out. She stopped and saw a short redhead standing in the doorway. She straightened her posture and smiled. "What're you doing here?" The other girl asked, looking in the mirror to fix her pageboy haircut into place. Rachel noticed the girl had only lazily thrown on some black sweatpants and a mustard yellow tank top.
"I come here to practice every other Saturday. And you?" The red head took a sip from her water bottle. "Same, but I also teach a class, so…" She shrugged her freckled shoulders and walked over to Rachel. "I'm Patricia LuVant." She held out her hand. Rachel grabbed it and noticed it was still cold from the water bottle. "Rachel Berry." She dropped her hand and smoothed her skirt. "What do you teach?" Rachel asked, staring down at Patricia's outfit again. "Hip hop. There's some ballet in it too though." She smirked, peering down at Rachel's ballet slippers. "Oh. Well, I'm thinking of taking some new dance classes, so I'll keep that in mind." Patricia smiled and replied "Do that."
Rachel tapped her foot, noticing the music was still on. Were they supposed to share a room? Patricia saw the puzzled look on her face and said "Uh, I'll head out for coffee. It'll be about 45 minutes. Will that be enough time for you to practice alone?" Rachel smiled and nodded. "'Kay. See you later, cutie." Patricia waved, keys in her hand, and shut the door behind her. Rachel suddenly wanted to dance to some music with a little more rhythm and beat to it.