You're a Dancer Now
by Florence
/* Janet Jackson - If */
Chapter 3, Evening.
/* A/N: Here's another chapter for you. It's quite short, but it'll have to do, I'm not the best writer so I didn't know what more to write in this chapter. Thanks to hoopla for reviewing, I didn't think anyone read my story so it was really nice to get such a sweet review. Now, time for you all to read...
Disclaimer: Any characters, places and such don't belong to me but to those who own center stage so don't sue me, I'll never make any money from writing this. */
/* Aaliyah - Rock the Boat */
I carefully opened the door to studio 8. It was empty so I went in and sat down on the sprung floor. This studio was smaller than the one we'd danced in earlier that day, but it was by no means too small. I softened my shoes a bit before putting them on. They felt different from my old Bloch Suprima's. I placed one hand on the barre and did some simple warm-up excercises for my feet and legs, before proceeding out on the floor. I did a couple of echappés to get used to my new shoes. They were wonderful and fitted like a glove to my feet. It felt so much easier to dance in them and I felt them supporting my feet just enough. I went to a corner of the room and marked through one of the diagonals.
Just as I was getting a grip over the combination the door opened and a guy entered. I thought I recognised him from the director's speech earlier today.
"Hello.", he said "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." I said timidly and smiled carefully. "Aren't you in my class?"
"Yeah, I'm Paul. " he smiled and shook my hand.
"I am Maria."
"So, you're from England I guess. How do you like New York?" Paul asked as he began to warm up.
"It's different, but so far it has been nice. How about you? Where are you from?"
"Oh, I'm from Texas, but I've lived here since I was 10 or something so this feels much more like home"
"That's marvelous, you must be so good. "
"Nah, " he replied with a smirk. "I haven't got any natural talent. The only reason I've managed to stay here this long and not get kicked out is that I work and practice like hell every day. It doesn't bother me. I love this and I know I'll get a job somewhere, even if it's not the ABC."
"Yes, I guess so. Does everyone here practice after school every day?" I asked, a bit surprised and a bit happy at his indifference. "My room-mate Anna also practices."
"Well, that's Anna for ya'. She's always been good and that's a girl with real talent. She works hard anyway. I guarantee you she'll make the company. Jonathan loves her. Well, back to your question. Most people work extra, but not everyday, you need to rest sometimes, not me though, but you get the picture right." Paul smiled pleasantly and we returned to our practice.
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I lay in my bed looking at the ceiling. I'd had a shower and even if it was only 9 o'clock I was so tired that I had decided to go to sleep early. My muscles were already a bit sore, but it felt good to be back to dance. Tomorrow would be a tough day. I kissed my photo of Martin and closed my weary eyes.
by Florence
/* Janet Jackson - If */
Chapter 3, Evening.
/* A/N: Here's another chapter for you. It's quite short, but it'll have to do, I'm not the best writer so I didn't know what more to write in this chapter. Thanks to hoopla for reviewing, I didn't think anyone read my story so it was really nice to get such a sweet review. Now, time for you all to read...
Disclaimer: Any characters, places and such don't belong to me but to those who own center stage so don't sue me, I'll never make any money from writing this. */
/* Aaliyah - Rock the Boat */
I carefully opened the door to studio 8. It was empty so I went in and sat down on the sprung floor. This studio was smaller than the one we'd danced in earlier that day, but it was by no means too small. I softened my shoes a bit before putting them on. They felt different from my old Bloch Suprima's. I placed one hand on the barre and did some simple warm-up excercises for my feet and legs, before proceeding out on the floor. I did a couple of echappés to get used to my new shoes. They were wonderful and fitted like a glove to my feet. It felt so much easier to dance in them and I felt them supporting my feet just enough. I went to a corner of the room and marked through one of the diagonals.
Just as I was getting a grip over the combination the door opened and a guy entered. I thought I recognised him from the director's speech earlier today.
"Hello.", he said "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." I said timidly and smiled carefully. "Aren't you in my class?"
"Yeah, I'm Paul. " he smiled and shook my hand.
"I am Maria."
"So, you're from England I guess. How do you like New York?" Paul asked as he began to warm up.
"It's different, but so far it has been nice. How about you? Where are you from?"
"Oh, I'm from Texas, but I've lived here since I was 10 or something so this feels much more like home"
"That's marvelous, you must be so good. "
"Nah, " he replied with a smirk. "I haven't got any natural talent. The only reason I've managed to stay here this long and not get kicked out is that I work and practice like hell every day. It doesn't bother me. I love this and I know I'll get a job somewhere, even if it's not the ABC."
"Yes, I guess so. Does everyone here practice after school every day?" I asked, a bit surprised and a bit happy at his indifference. "My room-mate Anna also practices."
"Well, that's Anna for ya'. She's always been good and that's a girl with real talent. She works hard anyway. I guarantee you she'll make the company. Jonathan loves her. Well, back to your question. Most people work extra, but not everyday, you need to rest sometimes, not me though, but you get the picture right." Paul smiled pleasantly and we returned to our practice.
**********
I lay in my bed looking at the ceiling. I'd had a shower and even if it was only 9 o'clock I was so tired that I had decided to go to sleep early. My muscles were already a bit sore, but it felt good to be back to dance. Tomorrow would be a tough day. I kissed my photo of Martin and closed my weary eyes.