Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 9:24:36 GMT -6
Genevieve dreaded hospitals, clinics, and everything else that involved the places and the concept of them. But, apparently she needed to have her knee looked at before she could start teaching, since she would need to have some sort of range with it. Sure, she would never be on stage ever again, she would never perform or travel with her dance company. But hey at least she could dance a little and be able to help little kids find a love in dancing like she did. Of course she hoped she would never meet a kid that was in the position she was.
She hadn't met this doctor yet, she was just showing up and whoever they gave her would be her doctor. She just hoped whoever it was would be quick and prompt, give her good news. If they didn't she would be was irritated and upset lady. She had just spent her life savings on the dance studio and the classes started next week. It would be hard to teach little kids to dance if she couldn't dance herself. At the moment she was pretty excited about it; she had fifteen beginners signed up for three times a week and more signing up still, she had ten signed up for the intermediate for four times a week, and then she had a mixed class for anyone that would be learning ballroom, latin, and several other forms of dance twice a week, there were seven couples signed up for that class.
So far it seemed like everything was falling into place after the very long year of unemployment, babysitting for money, and her grueling physical therapy after her surgery for her ACL and Meniscus tears. She was going to miss her old doctor and her physical therapist, but she supposed she needed to get used to the new ones since she didn't want to drive back to the city all the time just to do an hour or two of therapy. There wouldn't be enough hours in the day with the dance studio and all the other things she needed to do.
Sitting there in the small examination room she looked around the dull colors, she wanted to mess with all the little instruments. But, she didn't she was a good girl for now, but if she had to wait much longer she couldn't make any promises not to play with the tongue depressors, cotton swabs, and the maybe the other instruments.
her outfit
notes; not sure if this works cause he works at the asylum.