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The first day of classes

Wren has flat out exhausted. The party had gone perfectly. The dancers were able to dance just fine on the protective plastic and so she had not had to come up with a way to make her guests comfortably barefoot. The guests came from all walks of life, a good portion of them were already enrolled and by the end of the evening she'd doubled her enrollment.

The dancers had taken the floor one couple at a time as the songs changed so that there was always dancing happening on the portion of the floor set aside for that purpose. She and Drev had joined the couples every sixth song, of course they stuck to the waltz, swing and foxtrot as that was what she had assigned to them. The other couples had danced ballet, tap, jazz, exotic, and salsa. The exotic dancers were a female couple and had garnered raised eyebrows during each dance. It was quite comical every time it happened.

The food had been perfect, the wine flowed freely and she had surprisingly made it home by three AM, after the place was cleaned up of course. Joey had been an incredible help and a selling point she hadn't counted on, but he worked the crowed like a pro. Sunday she'd spent on her computer entering new clients, and making out a deposit slip. She had enough enrollees to pay the first month's expenditures and was quite happy with that. She and Joey had prepared the Studio for the next day's classes so that all she had to do this morning was arrive and do some last minute things.

5:30 had come incredibly early for her, in fact Drev was still awake and she got to enjoy breakfast with him before dressing in a lavender leotard, skin colored tights under her jeans and sweater. Into her gym bag she'd thrown a pair of panties, and a black wrap skirt. She'd left by 6:15 and arrived at the Studio at 6:30 because of traffic.

She let herself into the back door and walked through the place turning on lights, stopping to adjust the thermostat for the dance floor making it a few degrees cooler than the rest of the building. In the lobby she filled the electric kettle up at the water cooler and plugged it in so that anyone arriving early could have a spot of coffee or tea before class. She unlocked the front door and headed into the women's dressing room.

The buzzer in her office sounded as she was taking off her jeans. She folded them neatly and pulled the sweater off before pulling the skirt out of her bag. She greeting the young woman that entered the room, trying desperately to remember her name. She tied her skirt, slipped on her jazz shoes and left the blonde with no name to dress.





((feel free to join this thread if you are taking classes at The Studio.))

Nyra 17 years ago
Nyra listened as Wren went over the amounts for the classes. Blinking for a moment she realized the huge discount the other woman was giving her. Tilting her head to the side she asked a few questions.

"How many days a week will the private lessons be? And how long do you think I should stay in those over the fitness class?"

While accounting was not her strong suit she could still add and multiply quite well. One had to in shopping for paints on a budget, which she did as a college student. If the private lessons were $50 per hour two days a week for four weeks that should be $400. Then add in the $50 for the next two months and the registration fee of $25 gave Nyra a total of $525. That number was quite far from the quote given by Wren.

While she was writing out the check for that amount she remembered that the private lessons were three days a week. Rather than fret she simply let that $200 be the discount. To her it was money well spent and no where near the cost of a gym that she would probably never go to. With Wren's happy and hopefully infectious attitude she hoped that coming to the Studio became a regular thing.


"I think I would like to start next week with the private lessons and then in a month change to the class. Can I fill out this paperwork and bring it back at my first appointment?"

Offering the check to the instructor she smiled and picked up her backpack and folder before standing.

"Thank you Wren, till next Tuesday at three?"
Wren 17 years ago
Wren's smile widened. "I think two or three weeks should do fine. By then we should have you comfortable with the moves and the mirrors and integrating into class should be a snap."

She took the check from Nyra and with out looking at it, stuck it in the top drawer of her desk. She'd do the accounting part later.

"That sounds great. I'll get it in my appointment book, and we'll be set. And yeah, just bring in the paperwork with you."

She stood and came around the desk to offer her hand to Nyra. "Ok, have a great weekend, and welcome to The Studio."
Nyra 17 years ago
Nyra happily shook Wren's hand and made her way from the office when they had finished their business. The suggestions of hiring an accountant or at the very least a receptionist were held back simply because she did not know the woman well enough to say anything. It was her hope that this small business would flourish but then, she held out that hope for any nice person really. Spying Ana still in the dressing room she waved.

"Thank you so much for your time Ana, I really appreciated the insight into the class." Nyra said with a smile. "I signed up for private lessons for a few weeks first but after that hopefully we will meet each other again?"
Montana 17 years ago
Ana was a bit disappointed that Nyra was going for private lessons but happy she would stay on at all. Very thankful for the opportunity to talk to the artist before she left, she smiled widely as she responded, "Definately! I very much hope to see you here again soon. I'll be here every week, though likely on alternating classes due to how my shift rotates, but I do hope to see you again soon. I'm very glad to have met you Nyra."

Ana offered her hand and smile to the other woman.

(( ana will exchange pleasantries and such and thena fter parting with Nyra will head into the office to talk to Wren. ))
Wren 17 years ago
Wren closed the door and went behind her desk to quickly enter Nyra's check, oh dear she'd paid much too much, into the computer, stamp it on the back and put it into the deposit bag in a locked drawer. She had one more class that day and she needed to go make sure everyone was ready. She checked the clock, ten minutes, she could afford to sit and relax for a few moments. Taking her own advice she leaned back in the chair and propped her feet up on the desk.
Nyra 17 years ago
Even just chatting for a moment with Ana made her feel better and better about her decision. It did not matter that it was about the Studio decor or weather it just made her feel more at home. Making her farewells to the librarian, Nyra retraced her steps to the entry. Scanning the murals once more for a signature before leaving without one made her think that she should ask Wren who the artist was.

The work was good and she wondered if Bertrand knew of the local mural painter. Climbing into her car she headed for the gallery to chat with him.


((Nyra out, thank you!))
Montana 17 years ago
Ana knocked twice on Wren's door, still slightly ajar and poked her head in. When the dance teacher beckoned her inside, Ana held out the leotard in one hand and the exercise tank in the other.

A pleading look on her face, she looked at Wren hopefully.
"Have any wardrobe suggestions? My underarms are starting to chafe very muchly so."
Wren 17 years ago
Wren did her best not to laugh. She managed to keep all but a small twitter at bay and crossed the room to Ana. She gave her friend a big hug. "I wanted to tell you all through class, but I didn't want to embarrass you."

She took the pieces from Ana and held them up as she talked. "This one you wear with tights and a little skirt, like mine. This one you wear with Yoga pants or exercise shorts." She handed the leotard back to Ana and looked inside the tank. "It looks like this had the bra built in, so you don't need to buy one. I would warn you though these can move a lot during the kind of work we do. I think the leotard works best, but I'm biased. If you're uncomfortable in the skirt and tights with it, you can pair it with a pair of yoga pants."

She handed the tank to Ana as well. "If you aren't busy tomorrow morning at around nine, I can take you shopping and show you want would work best."
Montana 17 years ago
Ana felt the tips of her ears burning, after finding out how poorly her wardrobe choices had been. They looked comfortable, felt comfortable, until she actually had used them...

But Wren was being so nice about it, so she swallowed her emotion.
"Shopping would be great, Wren, thank you!" She hugged the dance teacher again, made her 'good days', commented on how fun it was (wardrobe malfunction and all) and made her exit.


(( ana out ))
Wren 17 years ago
Ana left Wren laughing as she scooted out of the building. She had one more class for the day and then she could rest. Her feet protested as she did a small pirouette. Laughing again she headed out into the studio lobby for a bit of chatting with the students.

((ooc Wren out))