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I was just practicing… Working on my moves… getting into the rhythm… imagining what it would be like to really perform. I didn’t expect anyone to be watching. But my roommate couldn’t look away… and once I noticed… I didn’t stop. In fact… I leaned into it. What starts as practice… quickly turns into something much more personal. A private show… just for him. Closer… slower… more intimate… until there’s no going back to “just practicing.” Maybe I’m better at this than I thought…