years from retiring now, and they’re getting ready to take their first overseas vacation.” She shrugged her shoulders as though he could see her. “My family is about as run-of-the-mill normal as you can get. Not much more to say than that.”
“Oh, I bet there’s plenty to say.” He was silent for a moment, and she didn’t push the conversation any. “I have to say, I don’t think about professional ballet when I think about Austin, Texas.”
She chuckled. “We’re a small company in comparison to New York or Chicago. But we’re a good company, and in truth, I have more opportunities here. Besides, I love Austin. It’s home now—even if my voice doesn’t have quite the requisite twang to it.”
She stood, wandering over to her practice area. She had a large twenty foot by twenty foot square of pristinely polished wood floors that sat in the back corner of her loft, and the two exterior walls that framed the space were lined in mirrors with a rail mounted to them.
She let her fingers brush gently over the wooden rail as she watched herself in the mirror. She was naked as a jaybird, and the soft pink from the street lamps outside the front of her building illuminated the side of her body that was closest to the front of her loft.
Jasper laughed again. “Well, I have no twang either, so don’t feel bad. I thought you were plenty good today.” He cleared his throat. “Your dancing, I mean.”
“Didn’t you hear the choreographer? My attitude is shit.” She gripped the bar with her free hand, and she turned out her left foot, bending her knee slightly as she lifted her right leg behind her. It was nearly mindless at this point, and she bent her right leg in a ninety-degree angle from her body as she lifted it higher behind her. She pulled up her chest and dropped her shoulders to elongate her neck, and she studied herself.
“I heard the choreographer plenty, and if you ask me, his attitude is shit.”
She busted out laughing loudly then, losing her position for a moment as her leg fell, but she regained control, lifting her leg again and studying her body. Ian moaned, snorted, and then started snoring again from the opposite front corner of the loft. “It’s a dance position. Not attitude as in behavior. Attitude as in a modified … arabesque I suppose you could say.”
“I see. Well the choreographer’s attitude still sucked.”
“Oh, he has his moments.” She reached back with her free hand, pulling her leg up behind her back, her foot over her head. It wasn’t an easy position when her other hand was holding a phone to her ear, but she focused, and she stretched her body. “They all do. This is actually off-season for us, and we’re just getting into rehearsing our repertoire now for the start of our fall season.”
“Interesting. So, tell me, what is it you love about dancing?”
She dropped her leg and then lifted it to rest on the bar. It was ridiculously lewd given her nakedness. It opened up the space between her legs, and the cool air around her tickled and taunted her skin. “Umm…” She reached to her breast, letting her hand glide over the small swell. “There’s something incredibly… I don’t know… Arousing in some way. It’s like—”
“Fucking?”
Her breath left her gasping out a nervous laugh. “Uh… I suppose they have their similarities.” Her hand dropped from her breast, and she lowered her leg, staring at her body straight on.
“Well, then, how lucky you are.”
She laughed as she wandered over to one of the large arched windows that sat in the front corner of her loft, and she stared down at the streetlamps below. “So, you grew up with Ian in San Diego, right?” She’d been silent too long by the time she spoke.
“Mm-hmm. From the time I was in middle school. I was new to the area. No one much liked me, and after I got in more fights than I could keep track of in my first month there and got suspended twice, Ian apparently thought I
“Oh, I bet there’s plenty to say.” He was silent for a moment, and she didn’t push the conversation any. “I have to say, I don’t think about professional ballet when I think about Austin, Texas.”
She chuckled. “We’re a small company in comparison to New York or Chicago. But we’re a good company, and in truth, I have more opportunities here. Besides, I love Austin. It’s home now—even if my voice doesn’t have quite the requisite twang to it.”
She stood, wandering over to her practice area. She had a large twenty foot by twenty foot square of pristinely polished wood floors that sat in the back corner of her loft, and the two exterior walls that framed the space were lined in mirrors with a rail mounted to them.
She let her fingers brush gently over the wooden rail as she watched herself in the mirror. She was naked as a jaybird, and the soft pink from the street lamps outside the front of her building illuminated the side of her body that was closest to the front of her loft.
Jasper laughed again. “Well, I have no twang either, so don’t feel bad. I thought you were plenty good today.” He cleared his throat. “Your dancing, I mean.”
“Didn’t you hear the choreographer? My attitude is shit.” She gripped the bar with her free hand, and she turned out her left foot, bending her knee slightly as she lifted her right leg behind her. It was nearly mindless at this point, and she bent her right leg in a ninety-degree angle from her body as she lifted it higher behind her. She pulled up her chest and dropped her shoulders to elongate her neck, and she studied herself.
“I heard the choreographer plenty, and if you ask me, his attitude is shit.”
She busted out laughing loudly then, losing her position for a moment as her leg fell, but she regained control, lifting her leg again and studying her body. Ian moaned, snorted, and then started snoring again from the opposite front corner of the loft. “It’s a dance position. Not attitude as in behavior. Attitude as in a modified … arabesque I suppose you could say.”
“I see. Well the choreographer’s attitude still sucked.”
“Oh, he has his moments.” She reached back with her free hand, pulling her leg up behind her back, her foot over her head. It wasn’t an easy position when her other hand was holding a phone to her ear, but she focused, and she stretched her body. “They all do. This is actually off-season for us, and we’re just getting into rehearsing our repertoire now for the start of our fall season.”
“Interesting. So, tell me, what is it you love about dancing?”
She dropped her leg and then lifted it to rest on the bar. It was ridiculously lewd given her nakedness. It opened up the space between her legs, and the cool air around her tickled and taunted her skin. “Umm…” She reached to her breast, letting her hand glide over the small swell. “There’s something incredibly… I don’t know… Arousing in some way. It’s like—”
“Fucking?”
Her breath left her gasping out a nervous laugh. “Uh… I suppose they have their similarities.” Her hand dropped from her breast, and she lowered her leg, staring at her body straight on.
“Well, then, how lucky you are.”
She laughed as she wandered over to one of the large arched windows that sat in the front corner of her loft, and she stared down at the streetlamps below. “So, you grew up with Ian in San Diego, right?” She’d been silent too long by the time she spoke.
“Mm-hmm. From the time I was in middle school. I was new to the area. No one much liked me, and after I got in more fights than I could keep track of in my first month there and got suspended twice, Ian apparently thought I
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