Saturday.

This morning was different from many other mornings. Usually all for staying in bed for a little extra, especially on a Saturday, Ashley was doing the chores quickly and thoroughly. This yesterday's little playtime had to continue today by all means, and she was going to take it to the next level.

It made most sense to stuff the outfit into her backpack and carry it to the classes that way, but the skirt refused to fold in any convenient way.

"If I thought about that the first time I wore it, there would be no problem like that."

The actress was very eager to go along with her plan, but the problem had to be solved quickly. She looked at the Dreamscale still lying on the couch. Pressing of the button would make the skirt limp and bag-friendly again. But there was another way. And it was way more fun.

The tender white pantyhose felt a little more fitted than yesterday, and the same was true for the rest of Balletwear. Unlike even the coolest 'regular' manufactured clothes, she was shaping these in her mind, and knowing this made her very appreciative and attentive even to smaller details.

"They must be making more of these... And I can't believe I got one for free!"

Once she was in again, she felt in her fairytale again. Movements were easy and light, and even her personality shifted slightly towards radiance, naiveté... and great courage.

"I'm gonna go like this and I don't even care!" — Ashley chirped, stopping herself from giggling. — "I kind of need to keep it together, but still... where was this damn box the entire time!"

The girl thought that the best way of keeping it together would be some strictness. Lips tight over a mask of a face, she applied her makeup rigorously, putting extra accent on the eyes. The determination of these eyes in the mirror kept her from cheaping out, and her skills sufficed with everything else — she was used to try her hardest with that on her many auditions, and this time it could hardly be too much.

Going out of the bathroom, she noticed that the skirt was now adapted for folding, and the 'original' fabric on it was reduced to three very thin sections. A passionate spin in front of the mirror — and it was all tulle, although it felt a little too thin and airy like that.

Standing in front of the hallway mirror, she felt herself more ready for another decision.

"I don't need no backpack! I'll go like this!" — she declared, but then looked at the soles of her pointe slippers. Their soles were probably okay for twirling over the flat, but they were not adapted for the sidewalks she needed to travel. She was not considering a bus or a taxi for this laughably short distance — it would be against her home budget policy.

In a minute, she put on her sneakers. She had to tie them a lot looser, since the pointes were still underneath.

"If I take them off, what would be the point of keeping the rest?" — she rationalized.

They did not go too well with the look, but did make walking easier. There was not much walking anyway, so she went out like that. As the front door closed behind her, the house went still, except for the forgotten Dreamscale. Keeping the connection to the Balletwear through the distance, its bar slipped into the yellow zone very slowly.