Point of View:
Tyler Baile
“I need a partner and one willing? They need to be strong and able to hold 145 pounds of me?” I asked the somewhat empty room. Justin was helping the last of the music student. When no one offered I sighed and went to my bag and started stepping out of my dance shoes.
“See you tomorrow Mr. Thyro,” the last student said on their way out.
“Still need a partner?” He asked coming over to me with his hand open. I looked up and tried to figure out what game he was playing. For weeks now he hasn’t spoken to me since I broke the moonstone and now he wants to just pick up where we left off?
“Yeah I do but it is okay I’ll hold castings.” I said brushing him off. I shoved the shoes in the bag and stood up with the bag in hand. He sighed heavily and easily plucked
