wesley-orson:

I can tell. Is there anything else you’re so passionate about?

Nope! Just ballet!

wesley-orson:

Yes, it is. How old are you anyway? Aren’t you a bit too young to be focusing on only one thing?

I’m eighteen. And I love to dance.

wesley-orson:

A teenager is telling me things about life?

I’m sorry I enjoy dancing, Wesley is it?

wesley-orson:

Now that does sound like a completely rational way of thinking.

You’ll understand when you become passionate about something.

wesley-orson:

..Okay then. You go be perfect, I don’t think your feet will like it very much.

My feet can complain forever. I don’t care. 

wesley-orson:

Maybe it’s time to listen to your mother then, mommy knows best.

Not my mom. I need to practice. Practice makes perfect and I need to be perfect.

wesley-orson:

Well, you can’t get really far without your ballet slippers, can you?

My mom might have done something with them. She thinks I practice too much.

wesley-orson:

That doesn’t sound like a very promising future.

What? You mean ballet? Why’s that?