TB: Hello so GG is currently sick in bed

GG: AHHHHHH!!!

TB: No

GG: Ch-

TB: *plugs GG's nose* I said no

GG: *nods*

TB: Anyways I'm going to be attempting ballet....

TB: WHYYYYYYYYY!?!?!?

TB: I have two left feet!

Hello!

TB: Oh no

Hey!

TB: You aren't my teacher are you?

To be completely honest I wish I wasn't but here I am.

TB: Oh no!

Hey, I don't want to be here anymore than you do so suck it up.

TB: Fine.

Okay so first is a gran sit-ups

TB: What?

Autocorrects mocking me

TB: Excuses excuses

Arabesque

TB: Ara what now?

Arabesque, there's two arabesque positions. The first one is with your right hand in line with your nose, your head tilted up and your arm is extended.

TB: And how do you know all this?

I was forced to take ballet

TB: You enjoying it?

It's not really my cup of tea but it's not bad

TB: *le gasp* your going against tomboy code!!

AGH SOORRY!

TB: That's a federal offence!

I'm sorry I'm sorry

TB: That's three minutes of putting on makeup!

NOOOOOOOOO

Tb: You are being arrested.

Wait

TB: What?

You're trying to escape this!

TB: Whaaat?! I have no clue what your talking about!

Mmmhmm

TB: Honestly!

Ten more minutes of ballet!

TB: WHYYY CRUELL WORRLD!!!!

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Hello! So I actually was kinda forced to take ballet as a way to slip my posture, and yes it's not my cup of tea but it's not too bad I just don't think I'll take it again after this year, but you know you're doing well when the owner of the company gives a high five after talking with you about it.