Lifting her leg up onto the bar, she stretches the leg out, reaching her arms out to her toes and bends her body down along with her arms. Her hair is throw up into a messy bun, she has her practice ballet outfit on, it fitting nicely against her trim/slender body.

Dalilha knew she was the only one within the room this morning, it was of course, at least six in the morning, she had nothing else better to do with her time and dancing was pretty much her life, so she had decided to come down to the dance room and start on her practice a little bit earlier than everyone else. It wasn't as if she really needed the practice anyways; she was excelling at the top of her dance class and she was starting to not feel challenged enough.

A few words ran through her mind, as she did her warm-ups; the words from her teacher, telling her that she should go and give another dance style a chance, but Dalilha loved ballet more than life itself, she enjoyed the feel of it when she danced whether alone or with someone else.

As she finished with stretching and warming-up, Dalilha moved away from the bar, stood in the middle of the room, heel to heel and her arms held out, in a slight folding position, as she went up on her toes, lifted her arms up above her head and leaned off to the left a bit, lifting her right leg up as she went, placing her foot against the side of her calf and began to twirl around a bit.