Out of Town: A Spot Conlon Story

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I wake up earlier than I want for practice. But as my mom always said practice makes perfect, and if that means waking up at 8 so be it. Besides it will get my mind off of the fight with Spot. At least that is what I keep telling myself. Staying up all night wondering what you did wrong is not fun. I could ask him but that would just make him more angry.

Why?

Instead of dwelling on Spot even more I just decide to go upstairs to find Aunt Medda already waiting.

"Good morning, are you ready to memorize some choreography" she says clasping her hands together, "This is Freddy my choreographer he is going to help you out together with high energy ballet". High energy? I guess it makes sense because her theater is more upbeat and doesn't suit the classic ballet style well.

"I guess it is time to dance" I look at Freddy doing jazz hands. He gives a little bit of a chuckle, and then motions for Haley, our piano girl, to start playing the peace. The tempo is pretty fast and that might cause some problems since I haven't danced since mom left. That was only a month ago though, I just need to stretch a little.

This is when Aunt Medda starts naming tricks she wants in the performance. "Ooh, I think an illusion would look nice here, and an aerial could work well in this song too". She is aware I am wearing pointe shoes, and those tricks are extremely demanding in normal ballet slippers. The more she list her demands, the more I want to kill Claire for mentioning my dance background to her.

We finish choreographing today, and let's just say I am exhausted. I need an ice bath and an epsom salt foot soak. Not to mention my right ankle is killing me. Ever since my first night in Brooklyn my ankle has been killing me, but the show must go on. And I certainly am not going to let a sore ankle ruin this dance. To keep my mind off of Spot I just keep running eight counts in my head. This occurs until I accidentally put myself to sleep.

I am rudely awoken by the business upstairs, Saturday nights are usually the loudest, but last time I was so exhausted from the move I didn't care. But now all I can hear are the screams for multiple drunk men, probably all throwing themselves at the dancers. I don't want that to be me, I have too short of a fuse to deal with them. Do I miss being protected? Spot might overreact to some things, but he did save me from Grant. What if Grant is at the show? He won't be here, he lives all the way out in Brooklyn, why would he come up to Manhattan that night. Besides he probably works anyway.

To get all of my memories of Grant off my mind I start to look at the reference drawing Medda gave me for my costume. Although it is a show dress, I think you could definitely wear it out if done correctly. At least that is how it looks on paper, Medda already got me the materials for the costume. I guess she wants it to be a light green with pastel blue accents, and some silver sequins. I am going to make the green base for the dress and then try to sleep. At least that is what I will try to do.

I finally finished the dress and it has to be one of my best works. Once the noise upstairs settled I was able to get some real work done! Suddenly I hear a knock on my door. I go to open it and I am greeted with Haley.

"Heys they are waitin' for yeese upstairs fo practice" she says in an accent I cannot quite put a finger on. I stayed up all night, that isn't good, and I have to go through practice again today. Well, today is going to be bad.

Freddy keeps giving me the same correction over and over again and it is really straining my ankle.

"You were doing fine yesterday (Y/N) why are you struggling now" Freddy says in his Irish accent.

"Well my ankle hurts and I stayed up all night"

"Childish, make sure you get to bed tonight"

I simply nod, he does not need to tell me twice. I am going to bed as soon as practice is over.