Aurora on Pointe

Chapter Seventeen

It was the next morning and Evan had picked me up to go have the private lesson at the studio. I'm a little excited to finally get our audition dance on the road to completing, but disappointed Evan and I won't be alone.

After his little break down yesterday, everything just feels real open, like we put all our cards out on the table; no secrets. Maybe all the little bumps we've encountered these last few months have made our relationship that much stronger and will all pay off in the end.

I'm not really sue where I'm going with this, but let's just say Evan and I are in a really good place right now and leave it at that. I don't want to jinx it.

Evan swung his car into a parking space and we both climbed out. As soon as I grabbed my bag, we raced to the entrance to see who can make it up there first. Giggling, I swiftly passed him, making him gasp and sprint faster to catch up with me.

Since he's obviously taller and therefore his strides are longer he passes me with ease and skips every other step as he goes up the stairs.

He ends up winning but not before i tackle him the ground we he comes to a halt. "Whoa!" he chuckles and leans up on his elbows. I push myself up on his chest and poke him on the nose for good measure.

"Ahem," we hear Kendra clear her throat and I quickly stumble off Evan, only to fall to the floor right beside him. "If you two are finished with your silly little games I'll have you inside now," she says sternly and marches in the studio.

I roll my eyes and Evan helps me up. "Ready for hell?" Evan asks jokingly.

"As ready as I'll ever be." With that we slip on our shoes, me taking a little longer because of the ribbons I have to tie, and scuffle into the room, getting into position at the barre.

Kendra starts the music. Muffled static comes through the record player and I take a deep breath as the piano then can be heard instead. All of her warm up music and classic ballet music are on records and I love it. The vintage sound is soothing and reminds me that true art hasn't died.

Kendra counts off every once and a while and paces the room, watching our technique closely. "Extend your arm Erin, don't bend it," she says and moves her arm with mine to demonstrate. I focus on my arm to make sure the correction shows through.

After warm ups on the barre, I push into my arch more as Kendra gets the music ready. "Extend your arm Erin, don't bend it. Do as I do!" Evan mimicks Kendra in a whisper and silently chuckles.

I smile, but try to hold back my laughter. "Shut up, she was actually making a good correction there," I lightly smack his chest.

"Evan! Erin! stop messing around and get over here!" she admonishes. We scurry to the middle of the room and Evan leans into me, "Still wanna defend her?" he says.

"So, I assigned you guys the Pas de deux from Cinderella, is that right?" She checks the clip board in her hand, without looking at us for conformation, and then hovers her finger over the play button. "Let's see what you remember."

I push my shoulders back and scuffle gracefully out on 'stage.' Evan meets me and we begin to dance as one. People are always to quick to judge guys who dance ballet. They think it makes them less of a man, but they're way wrong.

Just seeing Evan dance beside me in the mirror turns me on. His muscles ripple under his shirt as he lifts me above his shoulders with ease.

We glide across the dance floor and I giggle as Evan makes funny faces in the mirror.

"Evan! Compose yourself! This is ballet, not a circus act!" Kendra hisses at Evan. He stifles a laugh and we manage to finish the dance trouble-free.