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Ryan was dressed in a pair of black ballroom dance trousers, a black buttoned up short sleeved shirt when he emerged from his cabin, which stood right next to the dance studio. With his jazz shoes in his hands, he started down the walkway in a fast pace although came to a halt when he heard music blasting from the dance studio. Peering through the window, Ryan smiled a little when he saw a young girl practising what looked like contemporary ballet. He practiced all styles of dancing when he was younger, and was very familiar with most of them, although he only carried on what he did best: latin dancing, ballroom dancing, and of course; dirty dancing.

Ryan snuck in through the backdoor, watching her from behind now. He folded his arms across his broad chest, impressed with her obvious skill. Ah, he recognized her. She was one of Barney's daughters. The longer he stared at her, the more he wondered how old she was. She had a very young face, but her body was that of a grown woman's. Ryan himself was a young age of 27. When the song came to an end, the dark haired man started a slow clap. "Well done," he allowed himself a small smile. "Although may I suggest one thing?" Without waiting for an answer, he dropped his shoes by his side on the hardwood floor and started over to her. "You are very relaxed when you dance. And that's a good thing, don't get me wrong. Face the mirrors for me." Ryan stepped up behind her and grabbed lightly onto her wrists, lifting her arms out by her sides. "Try not to allow yourself to become too relaxed. You also want to maintain your control, right? No body likes spaghetti arms," he wiggled her arms a little, grinning at her through the mirror. "And remember to always finish--" He was cut off when Neil, Max's nephew swung open the door. He was a short little man, around Lotus' age too. "Ryan! I knew I could find you here. You are needed in the gazebo in five minutes, Max says so." He folded his arms across his chest impatiently.

Ryan let go of Lotus' arms, his irritation showing plainly on his face. "Remember what I said," he said softly with a small smile. And with that, he was off again. Neil walked up to her. "My uncle is hosting a dinner party tonight. You should come," he offered her his arm, a stupid grin plastered onto his lips.