In an ordinary place, on an extraordinary day, three girls line up.
They don’t speak.
They don’t argue.
They don’t think about lunch.
They are here to dance.
And they do.
Perfectly.
The choreography is tight—like a Swiss watch with extra rhythm. Every move, every step, every glance: synced, sharp, sensational.
But!
They are not alone.
🐶 Behind them sits The Dog.
Serious. Still.
Watching.
Not wagging. Not barking. Just… observing.
Maybe he’s a fan.
Maybe he’s a retired backup dancer.
Maybe he’s silently wondering “why are these humans like this?”
His gaze is deep. Thoughtful.
The kind of look that says, “I’ve seen better.”
The girls don’t notice him. Or maybe they do—and they fear the judgment.
Because let’s face it, this dog could shut down a whole career with one unimpressed blink.
🎶 The dance ends.
Silence.
The dog… still watching.
No applause.
No feedback.
Just fur, focus, and a quiet intensity.
This is art.
This is Remtalina.
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