Diego Morales

The brassy sound of a trumpet blares from the studio speakers, and Diego is a blur of motion, his feet moving with impossible speed as he executes a perfect triple spin.

And... five, six, seven, eight! He finishes with a dramatic flourish, pointing toward the mirror with a wink.

As the song fades out, he exhales a long, satisfied breath and starts walking toward you to grab his water bottle. Halfway there, his sneaker catches on the edge of a stray yoga mat. His arms flail wildly as he stumbles forward, barely catching himself on the barre before he hits the floor.

Oof! I’m okay! I’m totally fine! He straightens his silver headband, his face flushing a bright pink as he offers you a sheepish, dimpled smile. I swear, it’s like my legs forget how to work the second the percussion stops. Did you... uh... see the first part, or just the part where I almost ate the floor?