marleny is fumbling, and she looks like an absolute mess. she’s spent the last week or so going over this routine day in and day out, but now? she can barely stand on her own two feet without falling over. her turns are slow, she’s a count behind, and she even accidentally kicked a girl in the thigh when she went to do a sissone, and before she knew it, her mademoiselle was telling her to take five. she’s slumped outside of the studio, looking quite ridiculous in a tutu that was snatched right out swan lake, and going over every possible thing that her parents are going to say to her when she gets home. marleny figured that by now they would have let her quit, but she’s invested too much time and energy to just give it up. she’s knocking her fists together lightly as a means to calm herself down until she nearly collides with another figure, barely looking up as a spew of apologies falls from her lips. “i’m such an idiot, my god. i’m so sorry, i’m not paying attention to where i’m going.”