"Freedom to a dancer means discipline. That is what technique is for - liberation."
Martha Graham
His head was spinning and he felt so light-headed that if he didn't sit down soon, Justin felt like he was going to pass out. He wasn't sure how to feel after the conversation he had just had with Kevin and Elena.
You are an amazing dancer, Justin, you have wonderful technique.
He sat at the vanity counter where he had left his things and his eyes scanned the area for JC, but couldn't find him. He needed someone to tell him he had made the right choice, to tell him that ABT had made the right choice in the long run.
…wonderful technique. But to tell you the truth, you don't always have the heart and the passion.
It had been a strange interaction between the three of them for once. There were praises and criticisms. Justin had shifted more times than not in his need to understand what was being said.
…and the passion… It's what fuels a dancer. There were times when you lived to dance on that stage. Other times, it looked as though dancing was the last activity you ever wanted to do.
He noticed the rose JC had given him earlier resting where they were previously talking. Underneath it, the program, edges still curled upwards slightly from JC's nervous ministrations, was laying flat and Justin moved the rose over to the side and picked up the book.
Staring into the mirror, he ran his fingers over the two pages as though they would tell him what it said, what JC said. The decision was there. While Justin had been planning to learn what JC's decision was before making his own, that didn't work to his favor and what he read would let him know whether he was happy about the meeting or upset that he had quite possibly, changed their world again.
He was afraid to open his eyes and look.
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