Edward
Vasili was pacing back and forth in our bedroom as I laid in bed watching silently. He had been agitated ever since he woke up and when I tried to ask him why, he spoke in Russian so rapidly my morning brain could not understand.
"Vasili, just calm down and tell me what's wrong?" I sighed and ran my hands down my face. It was too early to be dealing with random anxiety attacks.
"I was supposed to go for my audition today, but I can't because of my ribs. I could risk but imagine if something goes wrong," he pouted and threw himself on the bed.
"Can you please pass me my phone?" he looked up to me a bit confused but made the short trip to the coffee table where I was charging my phone. "You said royal opera, yes?" I asked as I scrolled through my contacts. He nodded. Unknown to Vasili, I was friends with the director of the theatre. Plus his father was close friends with my father so we had known each other from toddler ages. "Hello Louis."
