With a Flourish


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 * Whenever there's a festival in town, I get the same question: "Esmeralda! Aren't you going to perform?"
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 * Well... How can I say this... Imagine you're really passionate about... I don't know... embroidery. Tapestries, samplers, all of it.
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 * Now, imagine you have to embroider on stage. For money. In front of hundreds of people.
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 * ... Hundreds of YELLING people. And all of them have VERY intense opinions about what kind of thread you should use.
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 * Yeah. That's why, when I "embroider," I like to do it for myself.
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 * ... Hundreds of YELLING people. And all of them have VERY intense opinions about what kind of thread you should use.
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 * Yeah. That's why, when I "embroider," I like to do it for myself.
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Level 3 "Dance for the Joy of It."
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 * Send Esmeralda to dance for herself.
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 * 5, 100
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 * See? Nothing fancy; no pressure to please a crowd... just moving around and having fun!
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 * You know, I've tried to teach Phoebus how to dance with me, once or twice. It's... an ongoing process.
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 * Out of everyone in Paris, I fell for someone who's sweet, caring, brave... and who has absolutely NO sense of rhythm.
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 * It's all the time he spends in armor, I think. He's gotten used to it weighing him down.
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 * It's all the time he spends in armor, I think. He's gotten used to it weighing him down.
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