Sierra moved with the music. Every beat, every note, every rest spoke to her and told their story. The song wove itself into her limbs, and used her as medium to portray their meaning. As she finished her dance on the last delicate note, she opened her eyes though she did not see anything. The silence was never broken, that is, until the next man donned the stage, but that moment....that magical moment where she just<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to dance....Would she ever recapture that? Certainly it was an unspoken meeting she wouldn't soon forget.<br/><br/>She didn't bow. She knew the people in this bar weren't accustomed to her art, nor would they understand it or truly appreciate it, so there was no need. Most of them were probably more confused than they were moved by the two pieces of artwork just performed in conjunction to one another. She went to the edge of the floor and stumbled nearly falling, but stooping to pick up her cane there. She'd forgotten the paces. My how long it had been since she'd danced with that kind of passion. How long it had been since she'd truly...performed. She'd danced, yes, but it had been so long since her performances held that fire. A fire hot enough to make her forget that she was blind...and that she needed to count her steps.<br/><br/>She took up her cane and she made her way to the back door. It was getting later now, and she couldn't accurately remember how long she'd been here after the music. It had made her forget everything.