Katarina looked up at the ceiling of the studio with a blank stare as she finished the ending stretches of the rehearsal. She thought after this extended break that the sensation of home would rush to her after seeing all of her fellow dancers. Instead she felt the same hollowness that had been haunting for weeks. Dancing just did not feel the same after she had accepted the fact that Johnny was not going to return. Even during their years of separation, she always knew his support was somewhere. Now that strong foundation was gone. She still had one, but it was different and comfort was what she wanted.
Still, she would go through the motions until she enjoyed them once more. It was common for passion in a creative career to ebb away, but the cycle would continue and enjoyment would come again. Katarina just was not expecting the cold feeling after her refusal with the Royal Academy.
"It's written all over your face, you know." Andy leaned and blocked her light source as he looked down. Offering his hand, he helped her up to her feet once more.
"I dun hav' anythin' ta hide." She glanced around to see the other dancers filing out to continue with the remainder of their day. Instead, Katarina took her time changing shoes until she was alone with Andy. "So, wha' hav' I missed?"
"Well, you can imagine that we were all happy to hear that you were going to stay with us." At her blank look, Andy chuckled, "Okay, well.. most of us. Madame still hasn't picked the next ballet, because we have a new patron."
"Yeah?" Katarina didn't find much interest in those that supported the arts, like patrons. In the past, they had made little contact with her other than their checkbooks, "Who's it?"
"Christophe. Count Christophe Jourdain. Seems like a real nice guy with a good head for business on his shoulders. He thinks we should do a private function for the higher members of our society."
Her easy expression turned to a smirk, "Yeah, 'cause we go' lot'sa importan' people 'round here compared ta anywhere's else." With a sigh, She wrapped her longer coat over her leotard and put her bag over her shoulder, "When's th' deadline?"
"End of the week." He gathered up his things as well, before closing the distance between them so that he could put his hand under her chin and tilt her face to the side, "You're not eating."
She rolled her eyes and batted his hand away, "C'mon Andy, I dun play 'round. I jist wan'ta keep goin', yeah? Mah feelin's will catch up 'ventually."
"Come out with us tonight." It was a simple plea as he took her bag off of her shoulder, added it to his, and started escorting her out.
She huffed and squinted her eyes up at him. With a quick sigh, a smile flirted on her lips, "Yeah, I'll go."
Still, she would go through the motions until she enjoyed them once more. It was common for passion in a creative career to ebb away, but the cycle would continue and enjoyment would come again. Katarina just was not expecting the cold feeling after her refusal with the Royal Academy.
"It's written all over your face, you know." Andy leaned and blocked her light source as he looked down. Offering his hand, he helped her up to her feet once more.
"I dun hav' anythin' ta hide." She glanced around to see the other dancers filing out to continue with the remainder of their day. Instead, Katarina took her time changing shoes until she was alone with Andy. "So, wha' hav' I missed?"
"Well, you can imagine that we were all happy to hear that you were going to stay with us." At her blank look, Andy chuckled, "Okay, well.. most of us. Madame still hasn't picked the next ballet, because we have a new patron."
"Yeah?" Katarina didn't find much interest in those that supported the arts, like patrons. In the past, they had made little contact with her other than their checkbooks, "Who's it?"
"Christophe. Count Christophe Jourdain. Seems like a real nice guy with a good head for business on his shoulders. He thinks we should do a private function for the higher members of our society."
Her easy expression turned to a smirk, "Yeah, 'cause we go' lot'sa importan' people 'round here compared ta anywhere's else." With a sigh, She wrapped her longer coat over her leotard and put her bag over her shoulder, "When's th' deadline?"
"End of the week." He gathered up his things as well, before closing the distance between them so that he could put his hand under her chin and tilt her face to the side, "You're not eating."
She rolled her eyes and batted his hand away, "C'mon Andy, I dun play 'round. I jist wan'ta keep goin', yeah? Mah feelin's will catch up 'ventually."
"Come out with us tonight." It was a simple plea as he took her bag off of her shoulder, added it to his, and started escorting her out.
She huffed and squinted her eyes up at him. With a quick sigh, a smile flirted on her lips, "Yeah, I'll go."