[Air1] was playing as was its regular state of filling home with wonderful Godly beats much of the time.
Caely was reveling in another energizing break, letting her body go on dancing with a mind of its own. She raised her arms up and applied her muscle memories gathered from years of dance as she gave them freedom to express the inspiration that came in spontaneous musical executions to go along with the radio station's live stream, shifted her hips with carefree ease to go along with her motions as she glided within her bedroom. And then amid her continuing personal worship and praise, her cheery smile widened a bit, too, with sudden remembrance of being told as a child by very much respected mentors of dance: If you can dance ballet, you can dance anything.