” “Nice to meet you, Ann. I’m Solace.” She stuck out her hand to be shook. “Great name.” Ann replied, giving Solace’s hand a brisk shaki...g. “Sometimes.” Solace admitted. “Is that all our music?” Ann asked in awe. “Not all, just the pieces we’re studying tonight. It’s a helluva lot to learn.” Answered Solace. “I’ll say.” Agreed Ann, opening her own folder. The rehearsal commenced and all attention was riveted to the process of making beautiful music. The women had been chosen for their abilities. "Is that all?" Worth asked, his voice belligerent."No, as a matter of fact, it isn't," Jenna stepped forward only stepping back when Justin's hand came down on her shoulder."Get out of here and do as you're ordered, Officer. Or else I will let her loose on you."As soon as he stomped away, Jenna turned on Justin. "Don't ever do that again," she snarled."Taking it out on him isn't going to do you any good, Jen. We both know you're frustrated and pissed off." He smiled staring down at the. The pool party attire that day was resort casual and I was ready to push the envelope to be noticed. My husband is old fashioned, but yuppie in his values and dresses that way. On the other hand, I wanted my look to be classy and sexy, but not too slutty. So I went into my drawer of new clothes and picked out my tiniest pair of white short-shorts which zipped in back, a pink cotton tissue tee, low cut with white sandal heels. Underneath I had on a half-cup white semi-shear bra, and matching. “Listen, I hope you don’t mind, but we have a house guest right now. She’s another dancer who is auditioning for the company. She’s a little tight on cash right now, so we offered to let her stay with us for a few weeks. You’ll like her, she’s just your type!”I said, “Just my type, huh? And what, exactly, is my type according to you?” Melinda and Amanda were dancers with the PNB, Pacific Northwest Ballet, which explained their often crazy schedules. For weeks at a time they would be in.