“I don’t know, most people say it’s really hot there. It’s better than freezing up here for six months every year at least.” She said with a shrug. The whole endless torment and punishment not so cool with her, but at least she wouldn’t be half a popsicle at the time. Priorities, George had them and they typically started with not freezing and ended in not freezing. In general, religion was something she steered clear of her relationship with faith or higher powers was rocky and she didn’t see a change in that status coming soon.
To say she was professionally trained was something of a stretch. She was well taught, with a drive and ambition to work at it. Second best didn’t exist, not where her dreams were concerned six years ago. You don’t get into Julliard by being passable. There were reasons the school held auditions for its applicants. There was no other way to determine worth without it in the realm of dance, music, and theatre.
A grin formed when he answered in the affirmative. There was this tiny little part of her that hadn’t shown off in ages. Well a year. That was the last time she’d danced to any sort of audience, and that had been for a talent show on New Year’s Eve. “You’ll have to sing. Unless you want to experience my take on making your ear drums bleed.” She tossed back rubbing her hands together as she pieced together moves in anticipation. Showing up the bottle juggler would oh so very sweet.
Quirking an eyebrow at him George rolled her eyes. Well if freezing (or not freezing if he was truly used to the cold) was his way of occupying his time while bored that was his business. She tolerated it even after a decade of temperatures dropping into ridiculous lows, but she would always be more of a Mediterranean sort of girl. “Whatever. Risking frostbite is your business.”