"Used to be," Thomas replied, unable to help the slight current of amusement to his voice at the apparent revelation. "Up until I passed thirty. I directed, after that. Swan Lake was the last one that I choreographed before coming here." Despite the unpleasant memories that admitting this brought back to mind, his entire posture seemed to change. Ballet had been his entire life. Home had been the studio.
Moving further into the room, he perched on the edge of one of the empty chairs, eying the jukebox only a moment longer before fixing his attention on Faye.
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Date: 2011-03-02 07:58 pm (UTC)Moving further into the room, he perched on the edge of one of the empty chairs, eying the jukebox only a moment longer before fixing his attention on Faye.
"I hope you don't mind the music."