The woman that Sherlock saw at the dance studio was currently sitting at home, with her Beagle, Charlie, curled up next to her on the sofa. Since she had her performance tomorrow night, she decided that it would be alright to have a glass of wine to treat herself. She also broke out her sketchbook, and started drawing random sights in her living room. The wall to her right was covered in Polaroids, postcards and photos of places that she'd traveled to, and venues that she'd previously danced at.
Just as she was finishing her latest drawing, her phone rang from the coffee table in front of her. She put down her glass and her pad, and picked up her phone to see who it was.
Mum
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Between extra shifts at the restaurant and rehearsals, she hadn't had much time to speak to her either of her parents, but now that her mother was phoning her, it was the perfect opportunity to catch up. So she swiped right, and held the phone up to her ear.
"Hi mum!" She can hear muffled words coming from the other side of the phone, but she doesn't know if it's her mum or not, so she tries again. "Helloo? Are you there mum?"
Finally, she gets an answer. "Melody? Are you there?"
"Yes mum, I'm here. Can you hear me?"
"Yes well I can now! How are you my love?"
"I'm doing good, I'm just chilling with Charlie at the moment and catching up on some drawing, how about you? Are you okay? And dad?"
"Oh yes dear, we're fine, I just wanted to check in on you before your big performance tomorrow night, see if the nerves have swallowed you whole!" Her mum said with a chuckle. She knows how nervous Melody can sometimes get before a big performance, and so every time she has one, her mother makes sure to check in on her if she and Melody's father can't make it.
Melody had a normal childhood, she excelled in everything from Drama to Math, and she had lots of friends. Her parents always spoiled her when they could, as they weren't a particularly wealthy family. But every time they could, they would treat her to some new ballet shoes, or a new book. That was another thing that she was, and still is, fond of. Reading.
She could sit for hours on end, just reading chapter after chapter of any book, from Romance to Horror to Mystery. She enjoyed the simple things in life, and that's what makes her likable. She's low maintenance.
Her flat has at least four places where there is a stack or shelf full of books, and she often finds herself buying more, even though she knows she shouldn't, and that she'll eventually run out of space, but she doesn't care. She would buy a whole other apartment if it meant that she could keep buying books.
"Ha ha, I'm actually doing okay for once. I'm feeling good about this performance, even though there was a murder in the studio and I was a bit thrown off, I managed to get some practice in."
YOU ARE READING
─ tiny dancer, s.h.
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