"Don't you see? That's why I can't. I need music, rhythm...I'd look childish and silly if I tried that without weeks of practice. I just don't move like that. That's you...that's how you move." Calliope sighed. Perhaps she wasn't wrong, it had taken a long time to be finally able to perform it to her own instructor's satisfaction.
"Well, perhaps you're right...but I still can't. It's bad enough I played for you...but to dance?" She shook her head, half in denial half in wonder. "Besides, I don't think I would help you...unless you seek to make a comparison to show off your own skills."
Penelope's eyes went wide. "You're mad. That was brilliant!"
"It's really very simple" She countered, uncomfortable with Penelope's enthusiasm.
"That's why it's so perfect. It's the polar opposite of wha
