Janet's Feedback had been streaming out of Kissy's computer on repeat for hours. Kissy was currently trying to organize her stuff, study, rewrite her notes, read the journals, dance, and eat a small handful of gummi worms for the past two hours. Mostly she was rediscovering crap and trying to figure out where she'd put it, checking her phone, responding to text messages and calling people.
The entire time her head was moving with the music. Kissy was still desperately trying to figure out what song she was going to do her choreography to. She'd been in enough shows that she had tons of bits of routines in the back of her head she could pull out again. Dancing was something she was totally good at and she so needed something, even if it would take more of her precious time, that she was good at.
When Svetlana spoke, it was like her savior had come. She was sitting halfway into the room. That meant in between her exploding closet of clothes and the exploding desk of her other stuff. Her bed at her back. "What?" She called, digging herself out enough to turn the sound down. "Sorry, I didn't hear you." She had on her grey plaid shorts from Expressand a blue tank top. Kissy was barefoot since she decided she was going to organize all her shoes, including the ones she was wearing. So far she had about a half dozen in a pile, but then found her old photographs and got distracted by putting them up on her tack board. Well, five of them. Then the gummi worms happened.