Dance Your Heart Out [Closed]

[Grey Lawe]

[ Made for @serenity ]

As it turned out, Iris was growing up.

"Dance classes. I need dance classes, daddy." The princess insisted during their last phone conversation. Grey spoke with the kids three times a week. It was much easier to do now that Iris had a cell phone. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, but it hadn't been his choice. Claire was living her life without consulting him. To challenge that would be to invite conflict, so Grey kept quietly in his state, simply rolling with what could reasonably be considered punches.

It was hard being the father, and only getting to be with his children two and a half months out of the year. Grey tried his best to give them the things they wanted, helping them form a high opinion of him. He wasn't the hard ass he had been back when he saw them everyday. Now they stayed up late, ate junk food, and got what they wanted. Granted, he still had rules...

Today, Grey was out to get Iris enrolled in dance classes. He wasn't sure how much time was needed between registration and attending, so he was getting a head start.

The professor stood outside the studio, eyes flickering over the information posted in the window.

[Grey Lawe]

Grey shrunk away from the door as little girls blasted out of it, all pink and smiles and giggles and chatter. He remembered when Iris was that age. Well, he remembered being around her for a summer when she was that age. She’d always been older than her years, hanging with the girls who had seen enough horrible television to say things girls were saying about one another in high school and college (though Grey was blessedly oblivious about all that).

The face of an adult met him, and he nodded, the quickly clarified,

“Not for me.” He didn’t want her getting the wrong idea. He knew ballet was often taught to football players, but...yeah, why did he say that? He felt a little stupid.

“My daughter, Iris, is eleven years old. She started dance classes back home this past year and I hoped to get her involved in some here. She does, let’s see,” he frowned as he tried to remember, “contemporary, hiphop, ballet...and something...” he smiled sheepishly.

[Grey Lawe]

Grey chuckled, glad she was helping him not feel so awkward. He couldn't help but glance down when she leaned over the counter, but did well to right his attention when she turned back around.

"Ah, awesome. And thanks." He took the flyer and gave it an awful lot of attention, though the price didn't matter, Iris was doing this. "Maybe she'll just do it all." He said, more to himself to her. He looked up over the flyer at the woman and asked,

"So you'd be her instructor? What's your name? I'm Grey Lawe."

[Grey Lawe]

Grey shrugged his shoulders.

"Iris is an all-in kind of girl. She likely won't moderate even if I try to make her." She was also a seasonal girl--into one thing for just long enough for mama and daddy to spend lots of money on it, only to change her course. Last year it was horses. Grey had just been about to purchase one for her when he got the inevitable text from Claire that Iris was now "over them". Phew.

"Nice to meet you, Ren. Thanks for the information. I'll take this," he waved the flyer a little, "and make a call or sign up online or something."