It's been a really long time since I touch and I can't remember my old password and I want a fresh start so I made a new account. There are some themes I want to explore here that I haven't been able to in other fandoms. I hope you enjoy!
"Bomb, tell me why we're in line to see the dance department showcase again?" Tugger sighed, staring at the long line in front of the two of them with growing dismay.
"Because we have to go to a showcase from another department and my cousin is in dance so we might as well go to the dance showcase." Bombalurina replied rolling her eyes. Usually, Bomb was much like the other girls at their school, happy to fall over herself for a sideways glance from Tugger - but even she became less accommodating when pushed too far.
"You didn't tell me that it meant waiting in line for-" Tugger glanced at his phone to check the time, "twenty minutes already! And who knows how much longer it'll be!"
"Relax, they open the doors at 6:30 and and the show starts at 7:00. It's the most popular showcase on campus! I'm sure you won't regret coming."
"An hour!" Tugger huffed. "You made me come an hour early to a stupid event we have to go to for class!"
"It's not stupid, Demeter's been practicing for this for months!" Bombalurina shot back. "Just like we've been practicing for the music department showcase!"
They continued to argue until the doors open and seating began. Tugger liked to wind his female classmates up and argue with them. Flirting was good too, but it just didn't build up the same level of sexual tension. He wasn't really interested in Bombalurina or any of the girls (and occasionally guys) he had met at the school anyway. They were fun to string along, but relationships weren't really his style. Flirting, and perhaps a one night stand here and there were as far as he was willing to go.
Art school hadn't been somewhere Tugger had expect to end up, but there he was, in his second year, majoring in songwriting. Originally he had wanted to try to make it with the band he had started in high school, but that had fallen apart a few months before graduation. He had wanted to try going solo then, but his mother had pushed him to apply to the same school is older half brother was studying Theatre at. He had told his mother he would stay for one year before leaving to start his real music career, but in the end he had stayed. Although he would never admit it to his mother or brother, they had been right, the school was a good place for him. Classes weren't so bad, and his compositions were improving. Maybe burning a few years to get a degree actually would help him on his path to becoming a rockstar.
"Can we leave after your cousin does her piece?" Tugger asked Bomb after giving the program a quick skim.
"No! It would be beyond rude! And they wouldn't let us anyway." Bomb chided. "And besides, Dem's told me some of the freshman this year are really spectacular! I want to see if it's true."
"Fine." Tugger sighed, and the theater light dimmed.
Tugger hadn't actually been to many dance shows before. Sure, his mom had dragged him to some of Munk's plays and sometimes there had been dance in those, but it what he saw now was different. Jazz, Ballroom, Modern, Voguing... He hadn't fully appreciated all the styles of dance for what they were before. He had to admit, Demeter's jazz group piece was pretty impressive. But he found himself forgetting all about it as a small, dark haired freshman clad in black outfit covered in shiny sequins took the stage for a ballet solo and Tugger found himself transfixed.
He had always thought ballet was a slow and boring, but there was nothing boring about the way this boy danced. The easy grace with which he leaped through the air, staying aloft for what seemed like a little too long to be humanly possible. Spinning and spinning on one foot until Tugger though he would surely topple over from dizziness. Tugger found himself utterly entranced by the movements of the boy's seemingly delicate, yet strong and lean limbs. When the dance ended and the boy stepped forward for a bow, Tugger found himself clapping wholeheartedly with the rest of the audience, ignoring the questioning stare Bomb was giving him. As the emcee announced the next performer, Tugger flipped through the program to find the name of the performer he had just watched. Skimming his finger down the page, finally, he found it.
Solo Ballet - "The Magic Within"... Q. Mistoffelees, Freshman
Tugger flipped through the program again, trying to find the performer bios, but they hadn't been included in the program. Maybe he should ask Demeter about this Mistoffelees guy. Something about him had intrigued Tugger. But at the same time he didn't want Bomb or Dem to know how entranced he had been by the boys performance; it would mess with the image of himself he had built up around the school. Then again- judging by the look Bomb was giving him as he stared at the page of the program - maybe she had already figured out that someone had sparked his interest.
"Let's go!" Bomb said, jabbing tugger as the final curtain call finished.
"What? Go where?"
"Backstage!" Bomb replied rolling her eyes. "To see Demeter."
"Oh! Right, let's go!" Tugger agreed, perhaps a little overenthusiastically. Maybe he could catch a chat with Q. Mistoffelees if they were lucky.
On their way down the backstage hall, Tugger tried to discreetly peek into the dressing room with a sign that said Ballet, but to his dismay, there was no one there.
"You were great, Dem!" Bomb exclaimed when they reached the jazz dressing rooms, hugging her cousin.
"Yeah," Tugger said. "Great moves."
"Try to forgive him for the lack of enthusiasm." Bomb told Dem. "He was enthralled by that ballet solo and forgot everything else. Seems that guy really captured our Tugger's attention."
"Not you too!" Demeter cried, pretending to be outraged. "None of the professors shut up about those freshman siblings - apparently, they're like former child prodigies or something- Victoria and Quaxo Mistoffelees, the darlings of the dance department. And their both triple majoring in Ballet, Modern, and Jazz! You'd think a double major would be enough, but not for them, apparently!" Demeter paused and took a breath. "I don't mean to sound bitter. Vick's actually super sweet- nobody's gotten a word out of her brother though, he only seems to talk to his sister and answer the professors when they ask him questions."
"Really?" Bomb asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I guess this one won't be as easy as that sophomore you banged last week."
"All I did was take her out for drinks." Tugger lied, elbowing Bomb in the side.
"Whatever."
"So, Demeter, do you have any classes with, uh, Quaxo?" The unusual name felt stange in Tuggers mouth, but he supposed he would get used to it.
"With Misto? No, but I did last term. Teacher never praised anyone else in the class." Demeter told them, shrugging.
"What's with the nickname?" Tugger asked. "I thought you said he only talked to his sister?"
"It's what Vick calls him, just rubbed off on me I guess." Demeter explained. "Also I tried calling him Quack as a joke once and Vick nearly punched me for it. She seems a little… protective of her brother."
"Isn't it confusing if he goes by his last name when they're siblings and they both have the same last name?" Tugger wondered aloud.
"No, because everyone calls her by her first name." Demeter snapped. "And who are you to talk? You have a sibling and go by your last name too!"
"Half-sibling, Munkustrap and I have different dads and different last names." Tugger corrected tersely. "And you'd go by your last name too if your idiot of a dad had named you after his favorite drink."
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