The Universe's Mixer

Christine had refused to let her dancing lack due to her focus on her voice. Yes, her vocal training was very important and she spent a lot of time working on it. That was something which she was eager to continue given her father had tried to encourage her singing for as long as possible. With her father's words in her head every day she knew she had to push lessons. Had to push herself and her voice until she was more than capable at doing anything. Some may think it strange but it was one of the few things she lived for.

But that did not mean her dancing would suffer. She had been given permission to use one of the rehearsal rooms by Erik in the Opera House until he deemed it appropriate for her to use a room in the manor. After speaking with the ballet mistress and sitting in on a few lessons she had finally been given a good enough routine that she could practice alone. It may mean lifts and the like were impossible but it still meant she had the moves to work on and she could do what was possible.

Christine had found suitable clothing which were tight enough that nothing was in the way but loose enough that she could move. The Opera House had been almost empty as she walked in, just those who had to work there daily milling about, and once she found a suitable room she claimed it for her few hours of practice. The door remained open of course so that anyone may feel willing to come in if they had to. She eyed the piano in the room, wishing Erik was here for her to dance for, but she was unsure just yet if that was appropriate. So she put on the music she had found and after warming up her muscles she was soon working on the routine she had been taught.