Everyone glorified the positions that fought or...did heroic stuff. And don't get him wrong, Zach was glad that there were people who wanted to do it, he just...thought there was a lot people took for granted as to how the world went round, why they were able to live the lives they wanted. Everyone used charms on a regular basis, many of which had been invented by previous people working on his committee.
But Tracey was right. Zach liked his work, and that was what mattered. Zach paused a moment, as he remembered what the first position was. Moving his feet toward it, his elbows purposely moved out a little to help with balance, and Zach looked down then at Tracey. "Like this...sort of...right?" Zach asked. He had gotten his feet like that before, but it hadn't been for ballet.