Anne: (dancing to a soundtrack and sees the listener behind her) Oh! Désolé! I didn't notice you were watching me.

What? Oh no, I'm not that good...(pause) you really thought it was good?

I suppose I am alright at dancing, but I'm not nearly as good as the rest of my family. You see, we just moved here from France. My name is Anne Marie, and all of the women in my family dance.

Back in France, my mama and her sisters were professionals. They encouraged me to dance since I was a little girl, but I don't hold a candle to them.

Huh? Mais oui, of course I love to dance! It makes me feel better when I'm sad, but I just...wish I was better at it. It's not like they forced me to do it. You cannot simply succeed at something you don't enjoy.

You really enjoyed my dancing, eh? Merci...that means a lot to me. I don't usually take compliments, but I suppose I can make an exception for you.

You're very kind. It's not easy for a girl as shy as me to warm up to people. You....you want to see it again? Oh but...are you sure?....Hmmm, I suppose I could teach you the dance. Let me just find the music, and there! 5, 6, 7, 8!