Of course, I never had access to those identification tags once I entered the mansion. It didn’t matter to me anyways since I had to escape the infirmary first to go anywhere. I closed my eyes, only blinking to find myself in a practice room with mirrors acting as walls. Tall wooden bars were attached to the mirrors while dancing flats and heels were scattered onto the light brown floors.
The other girl, who claimed to be a fan of that girl, attentively listened to the music, stepping and switching movements while counting the beat. Late in the night, she was the only one using the room. Her feet bruised from her intensive pressure from dancing on her toes, tipping her leg in the air, trying to get that perfect position. My eyes welled with tears as it was similar to me when I was forc
