"I promise the second I have time off I will come see you in Chicago."
"I am holding you to that. Everyone back here misses you." A deep voice belonging to Alexia's Uncle responds.
"Yea, yea, yea. Say hi to the team for me? I'm running late but I'll talk to ya later old man" She pulls on a pair of loose sweats over her black tights and snatches her phone off the bed.
"I'm not old, I'm middle-aged." He whines.
"Tony, if you are middle-aged that would mean you expect to live to be at least a hundred and four years old."
"What do you know, maybe I will. I bet you could find a way to make it happen if you wanted to. So get on it before I die."
"Jesus Tony, way to make shit morbid."
"I bet I'll make it."
"Okay, then I will apologize on your birthday in the year twenty-seventy-seven. I'm about to go down to the subway. I love you, talk soon." She starts digging the metro card out of her dance bag as she rounds the corner. One of these days she will sit down and take the thirty seconds needed to just register her card so she never has to worry about bending these stupid plastic-y paper cards.
"Love you too kiddo, have a good rehearsal." The line goes dead and she is left staring at the time which is just mocking her at this point.
Shit.
Picking up her pace until she reaches the subway station. Running down the steps she fumbles with the MetroCard once again, sliding it through the reader, the turnstile gives way and she sprints to just barely slip through the already closing doors of the subway cart.
Finding a place to sit she pops in her earbuds trying to drown out the sound of the man cursing out the conductor through the emergency intercom. Apparently, he isn't satisfied with the temperature of the hot cart that is filled with the sour scent of spilled takeout.
After a quick fifteen-minute ride Alexia arrives at her Uptown stop. Pushing through the crowd of passengers she rushes up the stairs to the street where she is greeted by the warm spring air and she resumes her previous pace. Sprinting up past the expensive apartment buildings, hundred thousand dollar cars, nannies, and high-end retail stores for the last few blocks.
Passing a building she runs by nearly every day she waves at the doorman standing at the base of the marble stairs. He smiles and nods back. The people who live inside may be some of the richest people in NYC—some probably the richest in the country—and they always give her a dirty glare when she passes like they think she is going to try and rob the place or something but she and the doorman have a good thing going. Usually, she will fist bump him on the way by but this time she was rushing and his hands were full with a tenant's bags. Honestly, she doesn't even know how it started but it's like second nature at this point. Finally reaching the dance studio's lobby she can catch her breath.
"Lex! Thank God you're here! Do you have an extra black leo? I don't know why I thought it was pink today." Another dancer comes running over to her panicked as she walks through the studio door.
"Yea, sorry I lost track of time, I was catching up with my Uncle...and..." Digging through her bag, "Yes, I do." She pulls out the leotard and hands it to her. "Here you go".
"Thank you! You're a lifesaver."
"No stress." She smiles, sitting down as she begins to break in the shank of a fresh pair of pointe shoes.
"Where did you get those? I've noticed that your shoes are always a bit different than what most of the company gets." Taylor asks as she fixes the leotard behind her neck.
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Sinful Addiction
RomanceAlexia moved to NYC a few years ago and to everyone who didn't know her before she comes off as a harmless, ballet dancer but that was anything from the truth. Within a day of meeting anyone new she could tell you anything about them, from their fav...
