Page 30 of Skating the Blue Line
What she says though, takes me off guard.
“Next week? Why won’t I have time after next week?” I try to rack my brain for what she might be talking about, but I can’t come up with anything.
“Because rehearsals for Nutcracker and The Little Match Girl start up the following week. Haven’t you checked your email? The schedule was sent out this morning.”
I mentally slap myself.
For weeks, we’ve been told to be on the lookout for the rehearsal schedule for our winter shows.
I knew it was coming, so I shouldn’t be so surprised, but it’s still a little shocking that rehearsals are happening so soon.
It’s only September.
“No, I haven’t checked my email.” I concede.
Putting the phone on speaker, I reach for my laptop and start looking for said email.
Sure enough, sitting between two department store coupons is my rehearsal schedule for the next two months and the show schedule from November to January.
I guess I won’t have a personal life until after New Years. But it would be worth it, I know it will.
“It’s a lot,” Betty says after a minute. “So do as I say, and text or call the guy. Get some fun in before dance takes over your life.”
She’s right yet again. This might be the only chance I get to have some fun for the next few months. Might as well take my shot.
“Alright. I’ll call him,” I say into my phone, a smile spreading across my face.
“Atta girl. Get that hockey dick.” She says with a chuckle.
The call ends quickly after and as soon as I get off the phone with Betty, I open my messages and start typing out a message to the number I mesmerized this morning.
I promised him that I would contact him.
This is me doing that.
I’ll just send one text message, we will go out to dinner, have some fun and then I will concentrate on dancing for the foreseeable future.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, will come out of a little text.
I’m sure of it.
8
LIAM
Sweat dripsdown my face as I make my way off the ice.
I don’t usually feel this exhausted after a morning of ice drills, especially before the season officially starts, but my late night with Chloe is coming to bite me in the ass. Spending the night with her is definitely worth the body exhaustion, though. And no matter how tired I will be on the ice, I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Grabbing from one of the equipment assistants, I wipe my face and head down the tunnel to the locker room.
It’s been a day so far, and right now all I want to do is grab a shower and head home for a long ass nap.
Also check my phone to see if a certain ballerina actually did use my number like I told her to.
I walk into the locker room and head straight to my small section of the room.
The second I sit down, my whole body groans like it has been waiting to sit down for days.
