WHO Iestyn and Michaela WHEN Wednesday morning WHERE Michaela’s dance studio WHAT Iestyn wants to talk things over with Jezza before the audition WARNINGS talk of past trauma
Iestyn stepped up into the dance studio and glanced towards the office, wondering if Jezza was in there. He’d texted to say he was coming, of course, but there weren’t a lot of people about to ask. Through the doors, he could hear the strains of music and an amplified voice talking over the thump of many feet, and he went to the window to peer in.
He did love watching people dance. He wished he’d been more classically trained as a child, but he never would have done ballet at the time. That on top of singing soprano would have gotten him bullied into the ground. It was nice though, being able to learn now. He could see the instructor moving, her long wavy blonde hair whipping around her as she demonstrated a turn, her motions fluid as water and just as captivating. It was very easy to believe that she was a Muse when she inspired her class to move with such beauty and grace.
He got so captivated by watching the class that he kind of forgot what he was there for, and just lingered in the hallway, mesmerised.