"I'm hoping it's the ballet company he applied to a couple of weeks ago," Luc told her.
In fact, he was crossing his toes in his boots, hoping that Adam was getting good news. Watching Adam's face was giving him no clues at all. He'd expected a grin to cross Adam's face, but so far, he looked impassioned. Maybe it wasn't Ballet Torsion at all. Christ, he hoped they contacted Adam soon. He hoped Adam got an audition.
"So, if all goes well we'll be going to watch Adam perform soon?"
Luc smiled and nodded. "I think it takes several months of rehearsals, so maybe notthatsoon."
"I'll expect complimentary front row seats," Adrianna said.
"I doubt I'll get any complimentary tickets." He winked at her. "Besides,you'rethe one with friends in high places, you should be the one to organise the freebies."
She folded her hands on the table. "I'll see what I can do."
Of course, they were talking hypotheticals, but Luc really wanted Adam's dream to become a reality. He deserved it after the sacrifices he'd made over the last few years.
"He's coming back," Adrianna said. "Should we pretend we weren't watching him?"
Ignoring her comment, Luc stared at Adam expectantly. Adam's face was utterly unreadable, which was absolute torture.
"Well?" Luc asked as soon as Adam sat down. "Was it Ballet Torsion? Have you got an audition?"
Adam's face remained impassive as he nodded. "It was Ballet Torsion."
"And?" Luc's stomach churned as Adam still didn't smile. Had they turned him down? Shit. They couldn't have turned him down, could they?
"You realise Luc is going to pop if you don't put him out of his misery," Adrianna said.
Adam breathed in deeply and hung his head.
"Oh shit, Adam, I'm sorry," Luc said.
"Yeah, you'd better be," Adam said, lifting his head. A grin spread across his face. "Because I got an audition!"
Luc let out a whoop and punched his fist high into the air. He didn't care that the people on the tables around them were suddenly staring.
"That's amazing. I'm so proud of you."
Adrianna clapped her hands. "That is amazing news. Well done."
Luc jabbed his finger into Adam's knee beneath the table. "Don't ever tease me like that again, though."
Adam laughed. "You loved it really."
Luc snorted. "So, when's the audition?"
"In a couple of weeks. I can't believe this is happening, Luc. I can't believe I've been given a chance to audition for one of the best ballet companies in the north of England."
"And you'll get in," Luc told him.
"One step at a time," Adam said cautiously. "I've got to perform well at the audition. I'm not going to swagger in there assuming I'm God's gift to dancing. If I want this, I have to work for it and try my hardest. All the dancers there will be just as good, if not better than me. Competition will be fierce. I have to keep my feet on the ground and my expectations realistic."
"You have a very mature attitude," Adrianna said approvingly. "What do you see in Luc again?"
"Hey!" Luc objected. "I'm mature." He squeezed Adam's hand. "Seriously, well done on getting this far. We should order some wine to celebrate." He waved to the closest waiter and selected a bottle of reasonable but not crazy expensive bubbly wine from the drinks menu.
When it arrived, a couple of minutes later, he poured each of them a generous amount—enough for the bubbly froth to rise and spill out of their glasses—before raising his glass in a toast.
"To Adam. Ballet dancer extraordinaire."
