CENTER FOR THE ARTS
THEATER OF DIONYSUS
THURSDAY, OCTPBER 16
5:31 PM
Skye's POV
Skye Hamilton's platinum head whirled around the studio, along with Ophelia, Triple, and Prue's. She ended in fifth position, panting slightly.
Mimi's green eyes bored into the dancers', Skye's turquoise ones last. She took a breath. "Better than last time, but you still have a long way to go. Again!" Her voice was recognized by the walls and Katy Perry's "Firework" sounded over the speakers.
Skye sighed as she moved to the beat. Even though she was done with Sydney, she'd still lost Taz. Remembering how he'd looked during the limbo contest, disappointed blue eyes meeting hers, and just as quickly darting away.
She moved her body robotically to the beat, and was surprised when Mimi delivered some of her rare praise as she finished.
"Better, Sleeves," she said, and half-smiled, or as smiling as she could get. Skye was startled. She hadn't been paying attention. Obviously Mimi liked the robotic, no emotion style. Triple was staring at her, glossed mouth an O of shock.
As class ended Skye heard a ding from her aPod. She opened the text. It was from Charlie.
Charlie: Big (boy) problem. I need your help. Explain at the house.
Skye was nothing if not a good friend. Gathering her stuff quickly, she took off.