Nia
For as long as I can avoid the world, I bunker in my apartment. I shove my phone under a pillow and skim Spotify for new songs. I listen to a tune that catches my attention, closing my eyes, thinking of possible dance steps. When five o'clock finally crawls in, I leave my bedroom, throw my duffel bag across my shoulder, and start for the door. I run by the coffee shop for an energy enhancement shot and head to work.
Today will be the first time I give Lily a private lesson. I worry my lips, taking the last few steps into the studio. When I asked Mrs. Perry about using the studio after hours for practice, she took the opportunity to brief me some more about Lily's situation. She thought it would be easier for me to approach her if I knew her delicate state. As Mrs. Perry explained,
