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Chapter 8 by splotch splotch

What's next?

Dance!

Nari stood onstage, breathing heavily under her mask. There was a moment of silence as she stood with the spotlight blaring on her, feeling like a specimen on display. Her knees shook, nearly clattering together as her nerves rattled.

Then the music started.

Nari had picked this song specifically. She'd used it for her Tik Toks and new it quite well. She's practiced a dance, carefully memorizing a routine, and when the music came on instinct kicked in. She began dancing, trying to ignore her nerves, ignore what was happening. The lights flashed in pre-planned arrangement. The audience began clapping and cheering. Nari's nerves faded away as she twirled...

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