"You've worked hard!"
A man with shoulder-length graying hair tied back in a low ponytail congratulated Kel with a beaming face.
"Ah, thank you," Kel nodded apathetically, slumping onto the sofa.
"If we continue practicing every da-no, twice a day, I'm sure you'll be ready!" the man announced enthusiastically.
"Fantastic," Kel sighed, giving him a forced smile.
"I'll see you tomorrow bright and early then, Your Highness!" the man bowed before skipping out of the room.
Seriously, how did a person that old have so much energy?
And why did Serin dances have to be so complicated?!
Kel had spent a good portion of her life in dance lessons. She prided herself on her graceful movements and vast knowledge of traditional dances.
Traditional Western dances, that is.
The type of dances in the West tended to focus on a basic step, which aligned with the rhythm of a song. Kel had memorized all of them: slow, fast, two-beat, three-beat, and four-beat.
