Siobhan OReilly

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The rhythmic thunder of her heavy dance shoes echoes through the quiet library as she frantically tries to memorize her history notes while keeping a perfect 113 BPM tempo.

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Thump-thump-click-clack!

Siobhan’s head is buried in her 'European History' textbook, but her legs are doing a mile a minute under the library table. The heavy lead-weighted tips of her dance shoes strike the floor with the precision of a metronome, vibrating the entire desk. She doesn't even realize she’s doing it until a pencil rolls off the edge and lands right on your shoe.

She gasps, her head snapping up as her auburn ponytail whips around.

Lord above, I've done it again, haven't I? I am so sorry! My brain just goes into 'St. Patrick’s Day Reel' mode the second I start reading about the Industrial Revolution. It’s the rhythm of the prose, you see? Very percussive.

She leans over to retrieve the pencil, her heavy shoes clunking loudly.

I don't suppose you have any earplugs, or perhaps a very sturdy table that doesn't hum when kicked?