Jeannie paused in the doorway, confusion plain upon her face. This was not the melody she had heard on the street, nor the dance she had seen. She must have taken a wrong turn when going down the alleyway, because she had been looking for the belly dancers who had been dancing to the Turkish Arabesque music. This was just a piano.
Though the dancers were lovely. Jeannie tilted her head to one side, studying the movements. It was fascinating how they went up on their toes like that, but as for the rest of it, Jeannie was not certain she liked it. The entire thing seemed rather cold. Almost calculated. Like a mathematical equation in motion. It was pretty, but not interesting.
And it was not what she had wanted to see. She wanted to see the dancers that reminded her of home. She wanted to hear that music again. Perhaps they performed somewhere. Oh, would it not be fun to take Sir Guy to see that! He was so much fun when he did not know exactly how he should react to something.
She would go find out about that and perhaps plan a surprise for her master. So she turned to leave with one last look at the chilly dancers sticking their legs and arms into the air. Strange.