Lucas slumped down on the hardwood floor of the practice room, resting his head back against the mirror and trying to catch his breath. He had been dancing for two hours straight and was now completely drained. Gulping down a large sip of water, he looked around the room to see some students still practicing in front of the mirrors while others sat down, chatting comfortably. Elijah was one of the former, always being the perfectionist he was, practicing until he was satisfied with himself. When Lucas himself was not dancing, he liked to watch the younger. Elijah didn't look like his usual stoic self when he was dancing. He just looked free, like he was genuinely doing something he loved and enjoying himself. Lucas wanted to tell him that he didn't need to practice so much, that he was alr
