[Under normal circumstances, Maya's dancing is done with a deep level of focus and composure. If she smiles, it's only because it's in the stage directions. Yet there's something about the sheer joy of the young man in front of her that reminds her of something. She remembers, dimly, the talk of brilliance and shine from her invitation to the Revues.
Perhaps this is what the Giraffe was talking about.
Regardless, she keeps the beat going, even after she passes Mumble's stopping point. By now she can feel the song in her chest, swelling out of her with all the passion of a true stage girl.]
I've got this feeling That time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling Or else I'll tear up this town
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Perhaps this is what the Giraffe was talking about.
Regardless, she keeps the beat going, even after she passes Mumble's stopping point. By now she can feel the song in her chest, swelling out of her with all the passion of a true stage girl.]
I've got this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town