On The Knowing Of Cats
“Um.” Dance, seated primly in the passenger seat, has his hands folded carefully over what Drin knows to be a sizable tenting. “Would our Drin– Can we– can I– invite our Drin to — to our house? How do we …
Baroque Trio
Auditions And Other Insecurities
Good lord, Emma thinks on her way up the path, he’s done it, got himself a daddy. She has a few guesses from the calm, understated, low-key, and incredibly expensive car that is still there blocking the driveway. This morning …
Running Water
The morning begins hideously early. He didn’t sleep, of course. It’s not a hardship, laying for a scant few hours in Dance’s bed, with the man breathing those long, slow, sleep rhythms into his chest, their legs tangled warmly together.
…Who’s Your Daddy?
“We were told our Mister Drin wished to support the symphony in general, not any of the first chairs alone,” Dance says, lifting his eyes from his empty sushi plate. Drin has gotten fairly familiar with this face and its …
Intermission
Drin can’t remember the last time he felt this happy. His young musician has eaten chocolates– not in the avid way he’d eaten sushi, but with pleasure– and sipped at the world’s finest espresso, served in a miniature shell of …
Asking Favors
Joscelyn, the Queen Bee of the senior ladies’ donors organization, is not happy, not one bit, and Dance knows she has good reason to feel that way. Robert is coming in from the front doors over an hour and a …
Struggling Artists
“What’s the matter?” Emma asks, opening kitchen cabinets and pulling down tins.
Dance flings himself into a chair with a thump and sits looking at the floor, with his hair fallen over his face, and only part of one eye …
Schools Of Leadership
Drin finds himself staring at a pair of backsides. One man has long curly golden hair; the other’s is long, straight, and black.
Dance hands Robert a plate. “Go make deadly smile mojo. Take food so people don’t start feeling …
What Other People Don’t See
“I am digging new plot weeds. Please may you call when it is one pm?” Dance requests.
“Sure,” Emma says, glancing up from her laptop, and blinking dry eyes.
He’s wearing the oldest of his cheap thrift store sweatpants, which …
Jokes From Dance
His name is not Ha Neol Ahn. Not any more.
It rattles her. That name came out of the research she did before their prizewinner showed up, when she was trying to get some grip on where their first chair …
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