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Alana Phenol
Legacy Name: Alana Phenol

The Scribble Demi
Owner: Amo

Age: 14 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: September 10th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 8 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 10th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 7
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 11
   
• HP: 11/11
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Twirling around the room, everything began to become a blur. But this fact didn’t stop Alana from continuing. In a flash she pulled out from a spin and leapt in the air, bending her body so she could flip over and land on a knee. The dance was exhausting, it took a lot out of Alana, but it was worth it- this dance was the one that would win her a spot in an up and coming musical. Alana always dreamed about being on stage, ever since she was little and would perform in front of her mother. Since she was three she has taken as many dance classes as possible in order to prepare herself for the final day when someone would recognize her talent. All of the blood and sweat would pay off, Alana told herself, and it had to pay off- she had to prove herself to all of the people who said she’d never make it.

She got up and limped to the center of the room, her legs aching in protest. “One more time” she told her body as she got in starting position. Just before she could start she heard a noise from the back of the room, and as it came closer, she could tell it was someone clapping. Slightly irritated, Alana turned around to yell but her voice caught in her throat.

A tall, lean man walked towards the floor, clapping the whole way. Once he got close he lowered his hands, a grin on his face. “Bravo,” he commented as he sat down in a seat in the front row. “Do I get a private performance?”

Alana couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe, if you beg for one, Skylar,” she teased as she walked over to the man. She paused in front of him, hands on her hips. She knew he wouldn’t beg for a dance, it wasn’t like him, but she liked teasing him anyways. Out of most people she knew, Skylar was the only one who supported her one hundred percent of them time, even though he had little interest in dancing. Alana decided he supported her because that’s what two lovers do- support the other in their interests even if they didn’t find it appealing.

Skylar chuckled and pulled Alana down into his lap, hugging her affectionately. He brushed her blonde hair back behind her ear and kissed her cheek. “Maybe instead I’ll beg for a dance,” he stated. “Then we can go get some food Miss Slave to the Music.”

Alana laughed and got up quickly. “Then maybe I’ll take you up on it.”She grabbed his hands and tugged lightly, urging him to get up. Once he was up, they both walked to the middle of the floor and started to slow dance. It didn’t matter that he has two left feet the occasionally stepped on her toes; all that mattered was that he was there with her, sharing her passion even if it was for a few minutes.

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