Author's Note

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"Hold me closer, tiny dancer."

"Shut up Noah."

"Count the headlights on the highway."

"My ears are going to bleed."

"You're my tiny dancer, Teresina. You know that, right?"

Dedication: To Riley Wolf, for inspiring those who knew her even after she passed. We dance for Riley.

You've heard the good girl and the bad boy, the nerd and the jock, even the good boy and the bad girl, but the ballerina and the jock?

As a dancer myself, I promise to all of my fellow dancers to showcase actual dancing, not five-year-olds in pink tutus twirling on their toes, because I know the true blood, sweat, and tears that go into every step performed. But I do have to admit, I know nothing about football.

I do not plan to update this story until I have written most, if not all of it. If you have read my other story, Silhouettes, you know why: because I can't update to save my life. In the meantime feel free to add this story to your library, and contact me if you want!

Thank you for reading!

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