Piano music playing with just one girl— surrounded by mirrors, barres, and beaming lights. A ballerina elegantly turning in an empty  studio, yet she never feels lonely. The ball of her foot pressing into the  floor hard as her ankle, arch, and passè  continue to lift higher than ever.  The noise of the leather of the pirouette shoe  diminishing while finding herself, for just a  glimpse, before the next rotation begins.  The tempo repeated over and over again in her blank mind—