AN: This guy is Steven Mcrae, I imagine him to look like Marcus
A lanky woman sat behind a desk her hip length straight black hair was tied in a bun. Her slender fingers quickly typed away at her computer and her face was lined with concentration only to be broken by her younger sister.
"Oooooo hey there stranger!" Lyra smirked as she bounded into the reception. Her graceful and composed sister jumped in surprise.
"I didn't see you there, Lyra. I must have been a bit busy with these lesson logs." The woman replied to her sister, sighing.
"Aw Bethan, that hurts the soul that you're not awaiting my presence 24/7." Lyra said laughing with her hand over her heart.
"Mmmm I'm sure it does." Bethan replied smiling.
"Anyway as distressed as you may find yourself to be to hear this, I'm not actually look for you. I'm looking for Libby." Libby was Lyra's best friend and rather her rock through hard times. The black woman had always supported Lyra and made sure she was as okay as one could be.
"Oooooo yes that hurts Lyra," Bethan laughed as continued. "Libby is in rehersals for Giselle at the moment, as you should be too."
"Ok thanks and no I'm not in this year's production of Giselle, they asked I said no. Perks of being a guest dancer." Lyra laughed as Bethan shook her head.
"How was lunch with Sienna?" Bethan asked.
"Okay, wasn't exciting if that's what you're after we mainly talked about how high my ego is, which is very high if you must know." Lyra smirked.
"Of course it is. When did I not know that?" Bethan joked.
Before Lyra could joke back, the doors opened revealing a rather large black man. Lyra tilted her head in confusion, assuming the man had got the wrong place.
"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important?" The man spoke with a rather calm and relaxing New York accent.
"No you're not, my sister and I were simply discussing life. Anyway you must be the guy I spoke to on the phone about ballet lessons for your daughter is it?" Bethan asked as she smiled warmly.
"Yes that's right." The man smiled back.
"Okay if you'd like to go in my office we can fill out some forms and discuss any queries you have about ballet." Bethan smiled.
The pair entered Bethan's office leaving Lyra shaking her head as stood in reception.
"Oh well I may as well dance in one of the empty studios." Lyra muttered to herself. Walking past the studios, pondering life as she always did until she was interrupted by an Irish voice.
"Well hello there Lyra." The red headed ballet dancer smirked at Lyra.
"Aw sweetie if you think being sweet will stop me saying fuck off to you, you're terribly mistaken babe." She turned around with a sly smile her eyes lighting up maliciously as she snarled her sentence.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, I came to tell you about your costume fitting for the lilac fairy in the costume department." The Irish man smirked. "But if you're going to be like that I don't think I will."
"Urgh, Marcus don't be like that, just tell me." Lyra said.
"Fine I'll strike you a deal." Marcus smiled slyly.
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Inspiration
FanfictionNoodle has lost her love for life and Russel decides to help her get it back. In doing so they meet new people and make friends but will they end up learning more about their band than they intended?
