[center][h1][color=salmon]~April~[/color][/h1][/center] April performed one last spin before pushing open the door to the quaint little coffee shop she and her rag tag band of co-workers spent their nights at. [color=salmon]"Hey guys!"[/color] April beamed while stuffing her earbuds into her bag. [color=salmon]"Sorry, I'm late. Practice ran a little long."[/color] This wasn't super unusual for the aspiring ballerina. The instructor would make them repeat routines until everyone got them perfect before she would allow them to leave. A tad harsh if you were to ask most people, but this was entertainment biz and people demand perfection. If you want to be part of it, then you have to put in the time. At least, that's what her instructor would say. Gracefully making her way to the back, April hung her belongings on a coat rack. She slipped on her apron and rejoined the team in the front. It made her happy to look at their matching green apparel. It gave her a sense of [i]belonging[/i]. [color=salmon]"So, how is everyone this evening?"[/color] April asked as she made her way to a display of wrapped cookies on the counter. [color=salmon]"I see we've already started the midnight snacking,"[/color] She giggled as she fiddled with the array. It'd be a lie if she said she wasn't eyeing one of the big snicker doodle cookies before her.