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.
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"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?"
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."
"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?"
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. ))
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!))
A pleading look on her face, she looked at Wren hopefully. "Have any wardrobe suggestions? My underarms are starting to chafe very muchly so."
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."
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 ))
((ooc Wren out))