"Hey Trevor it's me," Michael says through the phone.
"Obviously,"
He groans. "I need to ask you a favor. Will you pick up Alana and her friend Anabelle from dance class Amanda has to take Jimmy to the hospital because he might've broke his arm."
"Okay and take them where?"
"Just back to my house. Door is unlocked. Tracey should be there."
"Okay, I can do that."
"Thank you T, I owe you."
"Yes, you do." I say and hang up. I sigh and set the needles back down on the shelf and leave the store. Something about this kid makes me wanna be better.
***
The dance teacher looked terrified that a man who looked as I do walked into her studio, probably assuming I was carrying a pistol and drugs in my coat pockets.
"Trevor!" Alana shouts and runs towards me. She wraps her small arms around my waist and I smile down at her.
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"Where's my mommy?" She asks. I shrug, seeing the teacher relax after she'd run up to me and that I wasn't done potential threat.
"Something with Jimmy. Your daddy asked me to take you and your friend home." I look at we friend who is wearing a red leotard and has her arms crossed, giving me an evil eye.
"This is my friend Anabelle," she says and puts an arm around her. "She is my best friend!"
"Uh, hi Anabelle." I say, still unsure of how to talk to kids without being awkward.
"Hi," she says quietly.
"She's a good friend Trevor," Alana says while holding onto my friend. I chuckled at how she acted like Anabelle was so prominent to her.
"Are you girls ready?"
"Um we have do the dance again before dance is over." She says and brushes stray hairs out of her face that were loose from her ponytail. She turns around and points to the teacher again who is helping one of the girls with where to place her feet to do the motions correctly.
"Evelyn is needs help so we're just waiting." She says. As soon as she finishes her sentence, the blonde haired teacher calls out to the class.
"Alright girls, one last time." She starts the music on the radio and the middle of Dancing Queen by ABBA plays loudly, and the girls begin their routine. I leaned against one of the mirrors while I watched Alana. No wonder Amanda wanted her in ballet, this was adorable and the thought of something being cute never crosses my mind. Tracey was in ballet for only one class before deciding she absolutely hated it and did better on her own. Yet, she's a terrible dancer.
