It was the day of the Talent Show. Hundreds of Jedi gathered in the Grand Auditorium.

As expected, there were the usual displays of lightsaber forms, acrobatic maneuvers, and tricks of telekinesis. One Jedi had the stage lights dimmed and spun her lightsaber so fast that it looked like a solid sheet of light moving about her. Another levitated assorted rocks, borrowed from the gardens, while balancing on one hand.

Then came Ahoska Tano and Bariss Ofee. They strode onto the stage and a hush fell over the audience. Then the music started to play and, dancing in near perfect synchronization, they belted out the lyrics.

The audience started to clap along with the rhythm. Padawans and young Initiates sang along and, as Ahsoka and Bariss hit their last note and struck a pose, cheered so enthusiastically that many older Jedi cringed at the deafening noise.

Ahsoka and Bariss bowed to the audience and then rushed off stage, huge grins on their faces.

"We did it!" Ahoska exclaimed breathlessly.

"You were amazing!" Bariss said.

"No, you were amazing!" Ahsoka said, hugging her.

"I wish I could have seen my Master's face," Bariss laughed.

Out in the crowd, Master Luminara's surprise had yet to fade. She'd had no idea that her reserved, studious Padawan even liked to sing or dance, let alone that she clearly had a good deal of talent for it.

There's no way Bariss would have chosen that routine on her own, Luminara was sure. Ahsoka's friendship seemed to be bringing the young girl out of her shell, and for that Luminara was happy. Even if she was a bit baffled by their taste in music.

Anakin was sitting next to Quninlan Vos, his arm in a sling, who said, "Wow, Skywalker. Your apprentice sure can dance."

"For the record," Anakin told him, "I did not teach her that!"