The Gym, Late Tuesday Morning
On her break in Overland Park, Kate had talked to her old dance teacher, who'd said she'd make some calls to some of her contacts in the Baltimore area, to see if she could sort out some reasonably priced ballet classes for Kate. Her parents had been pretty supportive of the idea, too. She'd still need to get a job, but they'd help her out with paying for the classes. It seemed like something might actually come of the idea.
But that was next year's business. It was still 2009, and Kate was still doing whatever the hell she wanted with her ballet sessions.
Right now, of course, the only way that power manifested itself was that the music - a little more on the classical side, for once - drifting into the gym through the open door of the dance studio was a little louder than usual. Just because she felt like it. If nothing else, it made her happy.
It also made her easy to find. Anyone finding her, though, would have to make an effort to catch her attention. She was fully concentrated on her movements at the barre. The last session of the year deserved it.
[ooc: Open gym is open for all your gym/Kate-bothering needs.]
But that was next year's business. It was still 2009, and Kate was still doing whatever the hell she wanted with her ballet sessions.
Right now, of course, the only way that power manifested itself was that the music - a little more on the classical side, for once - drifting into the gym through the open door of the dance studio was a little louder than usual. Just because she felt like it. If nothing else, it made her happy.
It also made her easy to find. Anyone finding her, though, would have to make an effort to catch her attention. She was fully concentrated on her movements at the barre. The last session of the year deserved it.
[ooc: Open gym is open for all your gym/Kate-bothering needs.]