((Sorry wasn't sure how you wanted me to respond))<br/><br/>Sierra had snuck out of the dance studio today and away from her instructor. She needed to get out. The stuffiness of being there all the time got to her, and even though she didn't drink or anything, she liked to come hear the music. She didn't expect to hear anything like the beautiful sounds she heard coming from the stage tonight. It was absolutely beautiful. She sat in stunned silence for a moment before she grabbed her white cane and she made her way to the dance floor. She'd danced before, but no one seemed to share her passion for her type of dance here, but this music...spoke to her. She had to express it somehow.<br/><br/>She lay her cane at the edge of the dance floor and counted her paces to the center. Once there, she began to dance just what she felt and that was expressed by the music she heard. She held a concentrated look on her face her brows knit on her face with the intensity of the music. Her eyes were closed. She was a delicate dancer, and it was obvious at this point, she was a ballerina.