The Dancing Queen

A Twin Thing

Eleanor stood outside Bill and Tom's apartment, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Tom's cold gaze fixed upon her.

"Hey, Eleanor," Tom greeted curtly, his tone lacking warmth.

"Hi, Tom," she replied, trying to hide her unease. She stepped inside the apartment, feeling a wave of tension in the air. Tom retreated to the living room, leaving her alone with Bill.

Bill, on the other hand, flashed her a warm smile, his eyes full of genuine kindness. "Hey, Eleanor. I'm glad you're here," he said, motioning for her to follow him to his room.

Eleanor's unease began to dissipate as she entered Bill's room. It was filled with an eclectic mix of musical instruments, clothes, and vibrant artwork, reflecting his unique personality. As she settled onto a chair near his vanity table, Bill rummaged through his makeup collection.

"So, those eyelids need some work," Bill said, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he picked up some makeup brushes.

Eleanor chuckled. "Sure, Bill. I trust your artistic skills."

As Bill carefully selected the colors, Eleanor couldn't help but feel a pressing question on her mind. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage, and finally asked, "Bill, I couldn't help but notice that Tom seemed a bit cold towards me earlier. Is he unhappy with the band's choice of me as the dancer?"

Bill paused, his expression thoughtful. "No, it's not that. Tom finds you attractive, and he knows that having you around might be a distraction for him. He's afraid he won't be able to focus on his guitar when he could be focusing on you.And you're definitely  type, you know."

Eleanor's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected such a candid response from Bill. "Did he say that?" she inquired, her voice filled with curiosity.

Bill shook his head, a hint of understanding in his eyes. "No, he didn't say it outright. But I know him well enough to understand his unspoken thoughts and concerns."

Silence enveloped the room for a moment as Eleanor absorbed Bill's words. She appreciated his honesty and insight into Tom's perspective. It shed light on the complex dynamics within the band, allowing her to better comprehend their interactions.

"Thank you for telling me, Bill," she said, her voice nothing louder than a whisper.

Bill nodded, a gentle smile on his lips. "Well, it was the least I could do. Though I suppose Tom won't be too happy by the fact that I just exposed him."

I let out a small laugh. As the conversation faded, Bill resumed his task of applying Eleanor's eyeshadow. The room filled with soft music playing in the background, creating a soothing ambiance. With each brushstroke, their connection deepened, and the bridge to a new friendship was starting to construct.