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her shoulder and stood up just as a few guys walked over to their table from the other side of the bar. They started trash talking the SEALs and the SEALs retaliated by insulting the Marine Corps in general and FAST—Fleet Antiterrorism Security Teams—in particular. Just when Meg expected a brawl to break out they all broke into laughter and clapped each other on the backs.
She stood up and looked around for Tobi to see if she wanted to accompany her to the ladies’ room and noticed her standing over by the bar laughing with Sonny. She decided not to interrupt and found the ladies’ room on her own. As she was walking in, Trish was about to leave.
“I’ll wait for you,” Trish said.
“Okay.” After she had washed her hands and touched up her lip gloss they headed for the door. “I’m really glad I came in tonight. It’s so nice to meet Trace’s friends.”
Trish smiled at her. “Not as nice as it is for us to meet you . Trace doesn’t bring women around very often. And we usually don’t see the same one more than once or twice. He seems different with you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the door waiting for you to get here tonight.”
Meg blushed. “Well, I really like him, but it’s probably just a temporary thing. Maybe. We’re just going to see how it goes.”
Trish nodded knowingly. “Did you get the ‘it’s-not-fair-to-ask-someone-to-wait-around-for-me-all-the-time-not-knowing-when-or-if-I’ll-ever-get-back’ speech? I think all the wives and girlfriends here have gotten that one.”
“We talked about that. But it’s me as much—or more—as it is him. I mean, I’ve been a gypsy for so long . . . he’d be waiting around for me too. I don’t know . . . it just seems so complicated.”
“Don’t think about that. Do just what you said—see how it goes and enjoy it for as long as you can. You might be surprised. I like what I’m seeing in Trace right now. He seems content and he’s been in this self-imposed lonely-state for too long.” They had stopped just below the steps leading up to the tables on the top level. Glancing up Trish said, “I guess the second half has started.”
Sure enough all the guys were absorbed in the game at one end of the table. Trish and Meg climbed up the steps and joined the girls at the other end.
Val noticed Meg pulling her chair up to the table. “Meg, Tobi was just telling us about the workshops you’re teaching at the SDDI. It sounds fascinating. I guess I never thought about how much theory goes into dance. I know it takes a lot of physical talent, but I never really thought about the mental part of it, I guess.”
Tobi chimed in, “The workshop she started today is on the historical influences of dance and how that feeds into the emotional aspects of it. Really interesting.”
“That does sound interesting. I bet the students are loving it,” Beth said.
Meg looked around ruefully. “Well, I hope most of them are enjoying it. Dancers are like any other group of students, though. Some are all about the creativity and art of the dance. Others come at it more athletically, if you will—as a sport almost. Those are the ones who aren’t that interested in approaching dance emotionally, though with work you can get that emotion out of them.” She nodded toward the other end of the table at Kai. “Take Kai for instance. He is so tapped into the emotion of the dance it’s a beautiful thing to watch. He just feels it and he makes you feel it too, just by seeing him experience it.”
The girls all looked over at him. “Well, he’s beautiful and graceful just sitting there with that dark skin and gorgeous black eyes,” Trish said.
Kai was a perfect blend of his mother, formerly a principal dancer with the prestigious Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater, and his father who was the Spanish founder of a world-renown Latin dance school.
Tobi nodded toward Scott, with his spiked blonde hair. “Scott is more the other type of dancer. Crazy
She stood up and looked around for Tobi to see if she wanted to accompany her to the ladies’ room and noticed her standing over by the bar laughing with Sonny. She decided not to interrupt and found the ladies’ room on her own. As she was walking in, Trish was about to leave.
“I’ll wait for you,” Trish said.
“Okay.” After she had washed her hands and touched up her lip gloss they headed for the door. “I’m really glad I came in tonight. It’s so nice to meet Trace’s friends.”
Trish smiled at her. “Not as nice as it is for us to meet you . Trace doesn’t bring women around very often. And we usually don’t see the same one more than once or twice. He seems different with you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the door waiting for you to get here tonight.”
Meg blushed. “Well, I really like him, but it’s probably just a temporary thing. Maybe. We’re just going to see how it goes.”
Trish nodded knowingly. “Did you get the ‘it’s-not-fair-to-ask-someone-to-wait-around-for-me-all-the-time-not-knowing-when-or-if-I’ll-ever-get-back’ speech? I think all the wives and girlfriends here have gotten that one.”
“We talked about that. But it’s me as much—or more—as it is him. I mean, I’ve been a gypsy for so long . . . he’d be waiting around for me too. I don’t know . . . it just seems so complicated.”
“Don’t think about that. Do just what you said—see how it goes and enjoy it for as long as you can. You might be surprised. I like what I’m seeing in Trace right now. He seems content and he’s been in this self-imposed lonely-state for too long.” They had stopped just below the steps leading up to the tables on the top level. Glancing up Trish said, “I guess the second half has started.”
Sure enough all the guys were absorbed in the game at one end of the table. Trish and Meg climbed up the steps and joined the girls at the other end.
Val noticed Meg pulling her chair up to the table. “Meg, Tobi was just telling us about the workshops you’re teaching at the SDDI. It sounds fascinating. I guess I never thought about how much theory goes into dance. I know it takes a lot of physical talent, but I never really thought about the mental part of it, I guess.”
Tobi chimed in, “The workshop she started today is on the historical influences of dance and how that feeds into the emotional aspects of it. Really interesting.”
“That does sound interesting. I bet the students are loving it,” Beth said.
Meg looked around ruefully. “Well, I hope most of them are enjoying it. Dancers are like any other group of students, though. Some are all about the creativity and art of the dance. Others come at it more athletically, if you will—as a sport almost. Those are the ones who aren’t that interested in approaching dance emotionally, though with work you can get that emotion out of them.” She nodded toward the other end of the table at Kai. “Take Kai for instance. He is so tapped into the emotion of the dance it’s a beautiful thing to watch. He just feels it and he makes you feel it too, just by seeing him experience it.”
The girls all looked over at him. “Well, he’s beautiful and graceful just sitting there with that dark skin and gorgeous black eyes,” Trish said.
Kai was a perfect blend of his mother, formerly a principal dancer with the prestigious Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater, and his father who was the Spanish founder of a world-renown Latin dance school.
Tobi nodded toward Scott, with his spiked blonde hair. “Scott is more the other type of dancer. Crazy
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