Introducing the AE Cast:
“Some days I still wonder if I’ve found me. Maybe we never stop searching. Maybe we evolve the way seasons change, seamlessly without really knowing, not until all the leaves have fallen. This is who I am today. Tomorrow I may be the same. But in years, I’ll be someone else. Someone I may like more. Someone I may like less. And that’s okay. Because I’m still living. .”
“Nikolai Kotova is the sum of his brothers and sister. And more. He is selfless, loyal, dedicated and wholly determined—the most responsible twenty-six-year-old, the most mature man. He is power and strength. But most importantly, he is love and family.”
“Black spandex pants and a lime-green tank suction the slight curves of her body. Four thick but tight braids swoop down her head and are tied into a bun at her warm brown neck. Pretty and sporty…
Baylee is confident and reserved. Quite and passionate.”
“He’d give the shirt off his back to a homeless man. I know this, because he would do it all the time in New York. How many shoes did he kick off and hand to other people that needed them more?
In the same breath, he steals from stores too many times to count. Timo used to say that he has a Robin Hood complex, but we all know it’s even more deep-seated. Rooted somewhere that Luka never touches.”
“Twenty-five, six-foot-something Colombian-American. Unshaven jaw, windswept brown hair, and a never-ending gruff expression. Like the universe just took a giant shit on his head.”
“Timofei deserves a pay raise. I’ve been in the audience for Amour before, and everyone leaves talking about his performance. His talent can’t be manufactured or taught. It’s a hundred-percent natural and one-of-a-kind. Add in his disciplined work-ethic, and he should be he top-paid artist in Aerial Ethereal.”
“Timo is the kind of guy you wish you knew. Intriguing. Captivating.”
“Katya picks herself off the floor, skinny and long-limbed like a ballerina but with prominent, ethereal features: orb-like eyes, pronounced ears and big lips”
“Camila rummages in a makeup pouch. “I can highlight your cheekbones with glitter.”
Katya tucks a flyaway hair behind her ear. “Isn’t glitter juvenile?”
“Not really, and even if people think it, so what? I was bartending yesterday and some guy said that my green lipstick looked like a Fruit Roll-Up.”
“What’d you do?” Katya wonders.
“I told him no free shots for you, and I applied an extra coat of lipstick in front of his face.”
“Dimitri is the underdog, ever which way you look, and I understand that more than I do a champion. I understand someone losing more than winning and fawning over people you can’t have from afar.
Dimitri isn’t pushy. When someone rejects him, he accepts this fact, but he still watches like maybe there’s a hidden chance. A world in which he get what he wants, too.”
