There was just enough time left in the current song for Michelle to stretch out and take a few breaths, because the song in question happened to be one where she needed to get a few moments of preparation in. she bent down and readjusted her boots so they settled more comfortably over her knees and against her lower thigh, and she unstrapped her thigh holster which held a pistol and two more knives, setting it aside. She took the sticks out of the target and bound her hair back up in a loose bun, before the song came on, and looked over at Zevran.
The fact that he stayed was enough to make her heart soar. She'd loved him so deeply seven years ago that all she thought about from this world was him. She promised she'd love him and she did, spending countless nights dreaming of the day they'd see each other again. She knew, deep down, that it was a silly, girlish fantasy, to be in love with a man that she had so little chance of seeing again, but she figured that if she returned from the dead, that her chances of seeing her elf again weren't so bad.
She smiled when the song came on, but only briefly, and just after the song's intro ended, she was at the pole, and expertly moving against it and around it, spinning gracefully before hopping up and twirling, her back arched and her eyes closed, making a neat and clean spin from near the middle to the bottom. She made three rotations on that round, but it wasn't time for her to brag mentally, she had to slip into another movement, which she did, moving from her back, pointed toward Zevran, her eyes on him alone, as she arched her back and moved her hands down to ease away the skirt.