Nadya loved her littles classes but there was something about that swell of pride within her at watching the older age group. The young woman, dressed in her yoga dance pants and shirt, went through a series of hip hop steps at the head of the children in front of the mirror. They slowly mirrored her movements as she went until she stopped and turned to face them once more. "Ok, again." Nadya clicked that remote restarting that music and walked along the group, watching their movements closely. "Remember to really pop that last step." She gently nudged the 10 year old's elbow to really emphasize the elbow pop.
One glance to the clock read end of the class. "Alright, awesome job everyone. Remember to practice at home; you've all gotten the music and video with the steps on it. We have only 2 more classes before your first competition." She smiled warmly at the class as they nodded and began to disperse out of the room to the waiting area on the other side of the glass where the parents sat and mingled. "Miss Nadya, my mom has a question about the outfit for the competition." One of the girls lingered by the door drawing Nadya from the room. It was then that she caught a glimpse of the red hair in between the bustle of the parents helping their children gather their things and leave. It gave Nadya pause, clearly convinced she were seeing a mirage and causing her to blink in disbelief. How random of a mirage to see.
That mirage didn't disappear though. The confusion and shock in her face was clear but the little girl tapping on her arm pulled her back to the child and parent in front of her. Nadya was quick to answer her question with assurance that they had time and to simply call her if they needed help with any of it. Anything to get the last of them cleared from the studio so she could address the ghost that had appeared. Once all of them had filtered out Nadya looked to Sam once more. "Figured you gone for good. What brings you?" Surely Samantha was back needing something...forgot something when she left amongst the chaos that her apartment had turned into. The woman had once been her best friend and what Frost had done to her tore Nadya up, even fighting Frost over it and how he had stood there taking each lash she gave still stuck in her mind. She had only hoped that Sam would have told her. Nadya was sure she could have put an end to it if Frost was given the ultimatum of Nadya never joining him.
Nadya Tetradore