A few days passed exactly like that, and I squeezed in as many hours as I could at Frisco's.
I had just finished a practice when Sutton looked at me with his eyes narrowed.
"What?" I asked, "Was I not bad but not amazing again?"
He shook his head.
"I can tell you're doing your...best but you're in pain."
It took a few seconds for me to respond.
"Let me look at your feet."
I considered arguing but just kicked my slippers off, watching his expression soften a fraction of a second.
"How did this happen?"
"It's none of your business." I said calmly, stretching my toes.
"I'm your instructor." he sighed, "It's my job to make sure you are performance-ready when the auditions are held. I think it is."
"I fell." I replied flatly.
Sutton looked annoyed but nodded.
"Don't fall any more. I don't want anything sprained."
"Fine." I said, my fingers crossed behind my back.
Sucker. As soon as I stepped out of the studio my phone went off.
"Kat, you are not going to believe this!"
"What is it?" I asked, sounding more than a little annoyed.
The whole work, practice, practice work routine had made me a bit cranky. Really tired too.
"There's this viral video up on YouTube, and guess what it is!" she squealed.
"Uh, cats playing piano?"
"I give up."
I froze, frowning.
"Remember Halloween?" she asked excitedly, "Well it turns out that practically everyone living on that street has security cameras, and someone posted a video of you beating those guys up as a rabbit!"
"Bea, are you trying to pull a prank on me?"
"No, I swear it's got like a million hits!"
I rolled my eyes.
"Great. So some rich person's going to make a fortune in ads off of me."
"Uh yeah I guess but-"
"-Bea I have to get to work. Call you back."
I hung up on her for the first time and shut off the phone.