She'd worked herself to the bone.
She needed to get herself into shape. She needed it. It didn't seem to matter that there wasn't any performance. There wasn't any opening. There was only Nina, and now there was Lily with her eyes smiles and dark eyes, and Thomas with all his concern that she didn't understand
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If she'd had the chance to finish, she would have been amazing. Lily knew that.
"Hey," she said quietly, knowing Nina would probably see her in the mirror before she heard her if she didn't speak up now.
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Her focus wavered and she came to an abrupt stop, whirling around just in time for Lily to take shape in front of her.
"Hey," she echoed, struggling to look unaffected and as calm as Lily always seemed to be, with no effort at all.
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She meant that, even if she wasn't sure whether or not Nina would believe her.
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"I haven't seen you here, before. In the studio." It wasn't a criticism. Not really. It just seemed peculiar that they hadn't run into each other... Struck by a sudden rush of deja vu she couldn't explain, Nina wondered if maybe they had. Maybe they'd been there before. Maybe they'd had this exact conversation.
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Even with the boardwalks, nothing was familiar yet. She'd get there, but for now, she was still too new to know her way around.
"But now we're running into each other," she said, smiling.
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It was miles away from how things had been in New York. That constant state of paranoia, part of it warranted but most of it growing inside Nina's own mind, seemed increasingly out of place on an island where everyone seemed so trusting.
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It was kind of cool, though. Lily liked being surprised by people; she liked seeing different sides to them that she might not have seen in New York or San Francisco.
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"They all seem like such good people."
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Or maybe they could be.
"So how far did you get?" she asked. "How many turns? You looked like you could've kept going."
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"Twenty-two. I... I lost my focus. I wouldn't have finished." She could still feel the distant pull of vertigo, but that might have had nothing to do with the turns.
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"Do you want to go again?" she asked, putting her shoes on, then looking up. "I can wait."
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