Nadia smirked knowingly when David told her that Patricia had undoubtedly liked him. She had caught him, right then and there, much like any other guy who went on and on about a certain girl not being their type and then seemed suspiciously proud when said girl showed interest in them. Nonetheless, she didn't say anything and let him bask in his glory, which he deserved without a question. He had just expressed his will to get this role and she respected that, hoping he would indeed get it. "I think you do have a chance." Nadia commented eventually. "I'd be even willing to bet money for that."<br/><br/>Hm, was she really that lucky? Nadia had never really preserved any friends from the countryside and most of her memories were rather boring. There was nothing in Plaisance that she ever found herself missing. And as for living in the city, even here she had always avoided making friends, as if that was something that would hinder her career as a dancer. Dancers weren't friends among each other, unless they were a team and the opera didn't encourage that a lot. Everyone stuck to themselves in the city, as strange as it sounded, but it didn't particularly bother her.<br/><br/>Nadia wasn't sure whether she had heard him right. Had David just complimented her? Did he really think that way? Her heart had even skipped a little at his corny compliment. An older ballet dancer Nadia occasionally got along with had had her heartbroken and, while heavily intoxicated, had told Nadia to never trust the words of men. But she kind of wanted to believe David's words. Not knowing where to put her eyes, she smiled a little, at loss with words. Thankfully the subject changed over to his passion for acting.<br/><br/>Listening to him talk about his career was fascinating and she desperately wanted to see him on stage, doing his best in one role. The opera required her to take some rudimentary acting classes, but she was no actress and the thought of talking in front of hundreds, even thousands of people, was enough to make her nervous. "It must be great in a way..." She mused. "Living the life of a different person every day. Well, ideally, that's how I see an actor's life." The thought of being a different person every single time was intriguing. A perfect way to forget about her average life for a moment, if only she could act!<br/><br/>Nadia considered his question. For some reason she was having a hard time answering because she couldn't remember why exactly she had gone into dancing. After thinking for a moment, she eventually spoke: "I started ballet when I was very young. That's the norm if you want to succeed in it. I liked to perform and to be the center of attention, but only when I wasn't meant to speak." Nadia laughed a little. "I'm still quite shy if I have to get up on a stage and talk. But if I'm dancing it's a completely different thing. I feel much more comfortable, more graceful and more powerful. And you're never even close to perfect in ballet, so it's a constant struggle to be the best, which I enjoy. There's always something to improve, something to learn, someone to look up to and envy."<br/><br/>She bit her lip, thinking about what she had just said when the door suddenly opened again and another dancer, a tan brunette from the opera, walked out, giving Nadia a slightly bitter look before talking. "Talini, come. Tell me your secret; how did you charm those posh idiots? Hmph, what a waste of muscle power." The dancer looked over to David and arched a brow, not bothering to talk to him but instead turning back to Nadia. "Are you busy? You know we have an evening rehearsal for Beauty and the Beas. Did you forget? Hmph, typical. Come!" She spun around and walked off, expecting Nadia to follow.<br/><br/>Nadia smiled an apologetic smile. "Sorry, she's playing Beauty, she's a bit on edge." The redhead threw her cigarette on the ground after a final drag and put it out with her foot. "I should go. It was nice to meet you, David. Maybe we'll see each other on set?" Nadia stepped back, giving him a very small wave and a bright smile before hurrying to catch up with the opera diva who had stopped to wait for her.<br/><br/>"Who was that?" The brunette asked.<br/><br/>"No one! Let's go, we'll be late." Nadia spoke with a more serious tone.