It was later in the day and my one private student showed up later that afternoon.
“What’s up, Ms. Barnyachev?”
It was Kalyani. Her hair was dyed neon pink from a jet black ombre (her natural hair color, obviously). She was quite svelte which was the perfect ballerina figure. When she wasn’t dancing here or finishing up school in her eighteen years of life, Kalyani also had one major hobby that made her a lot of money.
“Are you going to come to my concert next month? It’s going to be in town, and the admission is only $20. That’s like, a third or a quarter of the price compared to the venues I’ve played out-of-state.” Her voice was quite bubbly and sweet for me, but at least I can tell she had vocal ability.
“I’ll let you know if and when I can.”