“Going to be honest, I would’ve been giving you the stink eye when you joined the company if you hadn’t been so bloody humble,” Laine admitted. “You and your midwestern charm.” She grinned, pushing her shoulder into Devri’s. It was rare that you’d find someone like Dev in a company, and Laine was always surprised that she hadn’t been eaten alive yet; she had a lot more nerve than she gave herself credit for. “Marie seethed for a while after I was invited to demonstrate at one of the workshops she wanted, but Kris and I work more smoothly together than she and Kris do.” She was not apologetic about getting the opportunity over Marie; there was no reason for her to apologize for the director’s decision.
“You should sit in on a rehearsal sometime, it would help the both of us to have an outside set of eyes,” she continued. “Kris has some amazing choreo, but critique never hurts.” Critique was positively routine for dancers; for anyone on the stage really. It was one of the first things Laine had learned to take well, since you couldn’t get your feelings hurt when someone was barking at you to fix your feet.