Will We Talk?

79- Frozen

Evie's POV:

One more day until Sam comes home. One more day until I can go back to my own home.

I'd love to travel around with him and be there for him physically, but I'm not made for the travelling type of life. Afterwards, I'm always a little shit and that's not something I want to be. That's why I've been going back to mam and dad while Sam finishes up, until festival season where I'm travelling with him. However, I won't let him leave until we've moved into the flat I've owned for six months, yet haven't moved into. And heaven knows how desperate I am to move into that flat.

Evie: Hiya, u wanting me to start taking boxes to the flat when I'm back home? xx

Sam: Absolutely not. That's a me and u job. U alright? xx

Evie: Yeah, u? How u feeling for the show tn? xx

Sam: Alright. Just happy its my last one before I can come home to u xx

Evie: I'm excited to escape the wrath of mam. I've been cleaning top to bottom man xx

Sam: Its a shame u don't do that for our house 🤣xx

Evie: No comment

Sam: Oosh no kisses? Rly have made u mad too xxxxxx

Sam: I love you xxxx
^Read 11:42

Obviously, I didn't want to leave him on read, but I had plans to be getting to. Plans that included Tyler, me, a studio and my ballet slippers. Him and I had agreed we'd strengthen my ankle and core sometime after I'd recovered, but I didn't realise it was going to be this long.

Although he's taught me nothing, I see him as my dance mentor or hype man or dj. Either way, whenever I'm dancing, he's there. The two of us have mini dance dates, but due to my lack of stability, I've not been able to do so.

"Bar, now." he demanded the second my slippers were on my feet, "Reet, ready and steady?" I nodded, my right hand delicately holding the bar and feet in first position.

Tyler clicked the record button on his phone and the play button on the music player. I flinched at the boom of music through the speakers, but I soon got used to it after many years of being cooped up in a studio with my yelling teachers and loud music. My spare hand's fingers immediately softened to the melody- it was muscle memory.

"Arms in first, feet in third." he yelled over the music, my actions obeying his words, "Tendu front, tendu front, tendu front, plié. Repeat again."

Tyler kept adding and adding onto the bar piece, until a whole choreographed routine came from it. Then, I danced it on my other foot- the bad foot.

"Take your time, yeah? If it hurts, keep going." Tyler warned firmly, "We'll do this then we can go to the centre."

And he stuck to his word. After another two minutes on the bar, he had me in the centre to see how many pirouettes I can do. The answer to that? An impressive ten. I'm aware of people who do more, but considering this is the first session back, I'll gladly take it.

"Echappe to second, hold." he ordered, "Demi plié and releve."

And it went on and on like that for an hour afterwards. It was all basic moves that I'd been doing since I was young, but it was a challenge considering one of my legs were significantly weaker than the other. However, I still had the fluidity of music in my blood, assisting me with making it look nice.