Trihn reached the studio right as the lunch hour ended for the Intensive students. She strolled upstairs with her hair still down in her most comfortable destroyed look, and she dropped the dance bag at Renée’s feet.
“Hey, Teach,” she joked.
Renée raised her eyebrows. “Who let this trash into my studio?”
Trihn laughed. “Miss me?”
“I knew you couldn’t resist coming in,” she quipped. “Now, go get in some real f*****g clothes, and get to a barre.”
For the most part, Trihn did as instructed. After changing, she spent the rest of the class helping Renée wrangle a group of teenagers before going through the barre exercises and spending a few hours working on the difficult choreography Renée had put together. It was exhausting and therapeutic. It had only been a few weeks since she stopped d
