Location: A ballet studio downtown, Day 8, 10:30 P.M.
Summary: Miura finds that not all male dancers are as conceited as they look.
Miura strolled leisurely through the dark of night, save for the pleasing light from the full moon and the warm glow of the streetlamps. The night was peaceful. Silent. Just the way he liked it. Or was it? As Miura turned a corner, strains of a tune so familiar he could not simply just turn away and ignore it made him come to a halt and tilt his head as he tried to make sense of the melody. His feet, of their own will, took baby steps forward and still his eyes remained closed as they brought him closer to the music.
It was only when he was right outside of the source of a volume that would not have disturbed any other human that he recognized it as Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake Waltz. The sign hanging right over his head told him that he was standing outside Mimi's Ballet Studio. A light on the second floor was on; Miura's feet once again helped themselves up the stairs as the owner kept busy with the music he heard. Miura appreciated classical music; he really did and the Swan Lake Waltz had been one of his favourites before he moved on to more contemporary pop in an effort to keep up with the times.
The second door to the right looked promising despite the closed door and Miura was careful to turn the doorknob and push the door open slowly so as not to alert the room's occupant/s if they weren't already aware of his presence. He doubted they were.
Inside, the room was small for a studio definitely spacious enough for the man twirling to the phrases of the song at the end of the room, as the music flowed.