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Jul. 21st, 2014 12:08 amEven though she's been working with T.J. for months now, for some reason she hasn't expected to see Doug here. She isn't sure why, from what she knows of him she knows he's awfully proud of his brother, but she still doesn't expect to see him inside the studio until he's there, watching his brother play as she rehearses. She's practicing a piece for next season, something from The Faerie Queen, though she has yet to be cast, and when she finishes, she hangs back for a few moments, giving T.J. and Doug some time to talk before T.J. has to play for another dancer.
Lily, though, is done for the evening and she hefts her gym bag onto her shoulder, crossing the rehearsal space to where Doug is still watching and gives him a smile. She's sweaty, strands of hair clinging to her forehead and she reaches up with one hand, pulling the elastic out of her hair so she can let it dry.
"Your brother has another hour or so of work left," she says, running her hand through her hair to shake it out. She's had several not quite arguments with the instructors here about the way she tends to leave her hair loose during rehearsal and it's such a small thing, but she hates it, she hates having to tie it back and pretend to fit into their mould of what a principal dancer should be. She's never fit into that, not between her attitude and the visible tattoos, but that's never stopped her from dancing the roles they ask of her and she's never understood the obsession they have with a certain look.
Still, she's the only principal they have and despite their complaints, they don't seem to be in any rush to hire another. She smiles up at Doug, inclining her head toward the door. "Come get a coffee with me?"
Lily, though, is done for the evening and she hefts her gym bag onto her shoulder, crossing the rehearsal space to where Doug is still watching and gives him a smile. She's sweaty, strands of hair clinging to her forehead and she reaches up with one hand, pulling the elastic out of her hair so she can let it dry.
"Your brother has another hour or so of work left," she says, running her hand through her hair to shake it out. She's had several not quite arguments with the instructors here about the way she tends to leave her hair loose during rehearsal and it's such a small thing, but she hates it, she hates having to tie it back and pretend to fit into their mould of what a principal dancer should be. She's never fit into that, not between her attitude and the visible tattoos, but that's never stopped her from dancing the roles they ask of her and she's never understood the obsession they have with a certain look.
Still, she's the only principal they have and despite their complaints, they don't seem to be in any rush to hire another. She smiles up at Doug, inclining her head toward the door. "Come get a coffee with me?"