Vivian imagined Ellie in a pile of prom dresses and smiled. She barely looked as if she had ever been to a prom. She would have guessed high school student, but she seemed far more mature. "Bet that was either a little funny, or somewhat sad." Vivian couldn't really remember her prom. All she knew was that her dress was simple and she was miserable throughout the entire duration. It wasn't even for her own school. "Did you ever go to prom?" she asked with caution. Some people had memories they would have rather forgotten, even at the end of the world.
When it came to her and what she did, she stalled. Looking down, she pushed aside the dark strands of hair that provided a curtain to hide her features. Thinking of the past was both rewarding and depressing. What she had become to continue going to Julliard disgusted her, but she fought the blues and began to smile, looking up at Ellie at last.
"I majored in ballet. The competition was fierce. I thought I wouldn't last ten days. But it got easier." She remembered always wrapping her tender feet with bandages, but feeling achieved for pushing herself until her delicate toes bled. Julliard was to thank for her persistence in ballet.
"You seem very mature," she said with a firm tone. "I bet it was easy for you. Did it ever get lonely?"