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Post by celeste on Oct 30, 2010 13:07:53 GMT -6
Celeste walked into the empty dance studio and smiled wickedly. She walked over to the wall and set down her bag. She took out her MP3 player and plugged it into the speakers. Flipping through a few songs then finding the one she wanted, she smiled and got in the center of the room.
Celeste started to dance like no one was watching. Her legs and arms moving in perfect harmony and she twirled, jumped, and moved to the beat of the music. She was totally improvising which takes skill, confidence, and many years of practice. Celeste had all of these. She looked so graceful and elegant. As the song ended, her hair was in her face and she was huffing from dancing so big. She walked back over to her bag and took a sip of her water.
Tags:Anyone really. I don't care.
Music:Syrup and Honey by Duffy
Notes:Don't be critical. I want someone who either shares Celeste's passion or will be in awe of it.
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Post by Sebastian Teamani III on Nov 5, 2010 15:29:57 GMT -6
So often as he did, Sebastian was, yet again, roaming the halls. It was his way of thinking and coming up with the next possible playwright. The halls were empty and it was later at night so it was to be expected that everyone was out partying and ruining their meaningless lives. But as he neared the dance studio, there seemed to be music playing from it; only meaning one thing. Some daft person was practicing.
Curiously peering into the window, Sebastian watched the girl leap about with a stony expression. Silently, he slipped into the music filled room and stood observing her technique. He was no dance major but he was taught how to properly dance ever since he was young. Compared to the awful talent at the school she, with some improvement, might make it into a music video as a background dancer. And this, coming from Sebastian, was a great compliment even though it was only uttered in his thoughts.
When she was done, he clapped with a bored expression captivating his features. It was very rare when he was entertained by something and this time was no different but he stuck around. Usually, he would have just left so something about her must have been somewhat interesting.
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Post by celeste on Nov 6, 2010 10:09:47 GMT -6
Celeste's head snapped up at the sound of clapping. She saw some snooty looking guy with a bored expression on his face. Her first instinct was to role her eyes and then as she took a sip of water she studied him.
He was thin and tall, but looked assertive. Celeste looked at him suspiciously. You know it's not nice to barge in on people uninvited. she said cocking one eyebrow at this stranger. Who are you anyway? she said uninterested.
Celeste didn't like interuptions in her dance time, but her annoying curiousity always seemed to get the best of her. She walked over to the stereo and turned it down alittle. Then, her warm up music came in and she pulled out a bar and put on her ballet shoes. Celeste wasn't going to waste precious time by talking, so she'd do both.
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