Devil's Nest, Monday
Even Verity's love for music and dancing was a bit exhausted after the weekend. So she was quiet behind the bar today, curating Valerie Pryor's media presence. She'd come in second in Dance or Die and she had a small, but vocal, fanbase who felt certain she'd been robbed and it was good to keep her in their mind. Especially since she was still figuring out whether she wanted to dance for the rest of her life. Or if she even could. So some new pictures on Valerie's Instagram feed of costumes and the gym in town where she sometimes practiced, a few tweets to Twitter about some of the things she'd been up to lately--though not many, as she'd been Verity far more than she'd been Valerie--and answered a few emails from fans and old colleagues.
Weird, she still hadn't heard from her Dance or Die partner, Anders since the show had wrapped. She'd thought for sure he'd have dropped her a line by now. Oh well.
Between that and ordering Tiny to put away the deliveries, it was a productive day.
Weird, she still hadn't heard from her Dance or Die partner, Anders since the show had wrapped. She'd thought for sure he'd have dropped her a line by now. Oh well.
Between that and ordering Tiny to put away the deliveries, it was a productive day.