"W-W-Who's your favorite artist b-b-beautiful?"

"Degas."

"Ooh, a c-classic."

"You know art history."

"Of c-course."

"Hm."

"W-Why?"

"Why what? Why do I like Degas?"

"Y-Y-Yeah."

"Why else?"

"A-Answer the question, b-b-beautiful."

"No."

"W-Why not?"

"...It's embarrassing."

"Aww, is T-Tracy too s-scared to-"

"I'll tell you if you shut up Just Ben."

"My l-l-lips are s-sealed."

"Well... I..."

"..."

"..."

"I p-promise I won't judge b-b-beautiful."

"...you never judge, I know that."

"W-What was t-that?"

"Nothing!"

"O-Okay? Are you going to t-tell me or w-what?"

"Don't laugh okay?"

"I w-won't!"

"..."

"..."

"...When I was little, I wanted to be a ballerina."

"R-R-R-Really?!"

"You said you wouldn't laugh!"

"I'm not l-l-laughing, p-please continue b-b-beautiful."

"Ahem. Well when I was little my mom took me to a dance studio she was doing business with, and it was beautiful. One wall was completely mirror and another had a Degas painting of ballerinas. I was obsessed with it because the ballerinas were so pretty and prim and proper."

"Nice a-a-alliteration."

"..."

"S-Sorry, keep g-going."

"And so I begged my mom for classes, she was thrilled, and I took ballet for years until I quit. The end."

"W-Why did y-you quit?"

"Are you kidding me? Ballerinas are thin and tall and beautiful!"

"Do I n-need to p-play C-Christina A-A-Aguilera again to t-tell you how b-b-beautiful you are?"

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