The Gym, Friday Morning
Kate had been in the dance studio every day this week, and Friday was no exception.
Except, of course, that it kinda was, because Friday was finally - there’d been rescheduling needed when the play rehersals had been moved to Thursday - the day she was going to go to Baltimore to show her skills and find out whether she’d get to start taking classes again.
So that was the plan for later in the day, and Kate had also left a voicemail for Warren, suggesting they'd hang out on Saturday. She'd kind of forgotten about him during the past few weeks, and that was just wrong. And on the off chance that the ballet lady didn't like her, it would be good to have plans that would take the edge off the potential emo.
But that was all still in the future, and right now Kate was going through her practice routine one last time, watching herself in the mirror, falling into whatever trance it was that always seemed to take her over while she danced.
She hadn't even noticed that a very cute creature had crept into the dance studio, and was now unsuccessfully - but adorably! - trying to replicate her movements behind her back.
[ooc: Open as always, although with possibly severe SP until my evening. ETA: Okay, my plans changed, so actually I'm around, although some bouts of SP may occur.]
Except, of course, that it kinda was, because Friday was finally - there’d been rescheduling needed when the play rehersals had been moved to Thursday - the day she was going to go to Baltimore to show her skills and find out whether she’d get to start taking classes again.
So that was the plan for later in the day, and Kate had also left a voicemail for Warren, suggesting they'd hang out on Saturday. She'd kind of forgotten about him during the past few weeks, and that was just wrong. And on the off chance that the ballet lady didn't like her, it would be good to have plans that would take the edge off the potential emo.
But that was all still in the future, and right now Kate was going through her practice routine one last time, watching herself in the mirror, falling into whatever trance it was that always seemed to take her over while she danced.
She hadn't even noticed that a very cute creature had crept into the dance studio, and was now unsuccessfully - but adorably! - trying to replicate her movements behind her back.
[ooc: Open as always, although with possibly severe SP until my evening. ETA: Okay, my plans changed, so actually I'm around, although some bouts of SP may occur.]