Who: Glory and Priest What: Glory needs to clear her head When: April 10, around twilight Where: An empty parking lot in a semi-private place Rating: Probably lowish Status: Incomplete
It wasn't often that Glory got time to herself. Between the long hours at the precinct and spending time with Eden, there was never much time to sit down and relax. Not that relaxing usually involved sitting down. At least, not for Glory. Most people called her the "active type," but really, Glory knew in her heart that she was just restless. Anxious. Nearly every movement she made as an attempt to dispel the endless amount of tense, nervous energy she'd built up over the years. On a surface level, she could attribute it to her day job, but she knew that this particular habit ran deeper than that. She needed to be moving. Or else... Glory didn't even know anymore.
Eden was home that day, but she'd made it clear that she wanted the house to herself, so instead of bothering her Glory had slipped outside, carrying her dancing shoes with her. Glory had performed for most of her life, but today all she really wanted was practice. That was why she chose the spot she had - an empty parking lot that seemed relatively secluded. It was possible that people would walk by, but Glory could tune them out. Especially with her earbuds in her ears. She could practice a cappella, but step dancing was always better with music.
She switched her iPod to her favorite Celtic dance playlist and breathed deeply, lacing up her shoes while the slower The Autumn Child played through first. She was up on her feet by the time the first strains of the the following reel, ("Heaton Chapel") began, and the click of her hard heels against the pavement reverberated around the parking lot. She closed her eyes, letting the music and the beat of her feet drown everything out. At least for a little while. Although she was out of practice, every step was almost perfect. The only thing rule she broke (the rule she always broke) was that she did not wear the traditional toothy smile at she danced; just a serious, focused expression.