A/N: I'm really sorry, I know I said I would do the dinner party but
that'll be next chapter. I was just re-reading the story and Emma has no
character, she is very bland and pretty but has no personality, so I
thought I'd give her some. Just so you know, this is a couple of days
after the dinner party. Enjoy!
Luis and Augusta were doing great on stage. Emma crossed her fingers for good luck, she caught her breath. Her partner, James Steele, a pretty boring kid with plain brown hair and blue eyes looked incredibly nervous, standing in the wings next to her; but he was an amazing dancer and that's all that mattered. Or at least that's all that mattered right now. Emma smoothed her red silk dress and made sure that the yellow flower in her hair was secure. Luis and Augusta took their bows, Emma gasped. She always got nervous before a show and tonight was no exception.
Augusta looked fantastic and giddy, her straight black hair pulled back in a severe bun and her traditional African dress catching light in all the right places. Emma hoped that she could be like that too. She caught her breath as Luis and Augusta walked back into the wings.
The strains of the mandolin in Roxanne by Sting played in the background. This was it. James squeezed her hand and they stepped on stage. Emma grinned, this was it, she knew the steps, and she'd practiced them millions of times before. Step right, step left, turn, dip, twirl. And she shook her hips fast and rhythmic. Perfect, great. James was especially good tonight, his steps were on time, and his arms were secure. It was over. Emma was giddy, incredibly giddy. She curtsied, he bowed, and she stepped off the stage, shaking her hips every few seconds. The applause was thunderous. As soon as she got into the wings, she squeezed her older sister, Lily's hand. Lily was a ballerina and was about to perform with the corps. Lily and Emma were extremely close; Lily was only nine months older than her younger sister was.
Emma had changed into a flowing white dress, which was customary for all girl dancers at the dance school she attended. All the other girls were dressed identically. They were about to accept awards. "Emma, you're called." Joanna, a Beginning Ballet teacher ushered Emma to the wings. "And the award for Most Overall Flawless Dance goes to Emma Miyagi!" Emma ran on the stage, punching the air with her fists, "I got this, baby!" she screamed to nobody in particular. "Hell yeah!" she shouted. Although, Emma may have appeared shy, she was a ham on stage and a real powerhouse. Emma danced off stage.
::At home, one-day later::
Emma rushed down the stairs, carrying a stuffed Abercrombie bag. Her mother sat, painting a picture in the parlor. "Mommy, where's my coffee?!" Her mother yawned and pointed to a counter in the kitchen. Emma took the thermos. "Love you Mommy! Bye!" Emma checked herself in the hallway mirror. She looked good, right? No, no she didn't. She should change. No, she looked okay. No, she looked horrible. Emma threw her hands up in exasperation. She wore a short, plaid skirt; kneesocks; a white oxford shirt; and a navy blazer. She looked kinda Clueless-y. Which wasn't a bad thing, she was going for the trashy schoolgirl look right? Urgh! No! She wasn't. She decided she looked fine. This was how she dressed normally, and besides Clueless was her favorite movie. She growled at her reflection and then giggled. She knew she was pretty and didn't deny it. Early on, her mother had told her that she'd better acknowledge that she was pretty, because it gets pretty damn tiring for beautiful girls to go "Oh, I'm not pretty. I'm ugly." And they sound like they're fishing for compliments. Which was annoying. Definitely annoying. And Emma hated annoying people. She was just going for lunch with some stupid boy, right? She couldn't even remember his name. Ephram, was it? Urgh. Whatever, he'd asked her for a date. And she was never one to pass up a date with a cute boy. No, no he wasn't cute. She had a boyfriend, remember? Joel. Joel in London and she would be going back to see him..soon. Soon? How soon? She wasn't sure. She growled again. She headed down the sidewalk to a brand-new café. Ephram was sitting there, reading a magazine.
"Sorry I'm late." Emma said, setting her bag down on the side of the table. Ephram looked up.
"Oh. You're late. No biggie." He went back to reading his newspaper. Emma kept the sugary-sweet smile pasted on her face, how rude of him! He glanced up from the paper and laughed at her. "Is that how they dress in London? What are you Cher from Clueless." Emma wanted to nod badly but she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
Ephram was disturbed. So this was it, this beautiful girl turned out to have no personality? Yuck. He didn't like her after all. Maybe, he'd better go. He stood up and left the newspaper and twenty dollars on the table. "Order yourself something nice." he said, glancing at her and winked, he walked away towards the direction of his house. Emma was steamed. No, she was more than steamed, she was pissed!
Luis and Augusta were doing great on stage. Emma crossed her fingers for good luck, she caught her breath. Her partner, James Steele, a pretty boring kid with plain brown hair and blue eyes looked incredibly nervous, standing in the wings next to her; but he was an amazing dancer and that's all that mattered. Or at least that's all that mattered right now. Emma smoothed her red silk dress and made sure that the yellow flower in her hair was secure. Luis and Augusta took their bows, Emma gasped. She always got nervous before a show and tonight was no exception.
Augusta looked fantastic and giddy, her straight black hair pulled back in a severe bun and her traditional African dress catching light in all the right places. Emma hoped that she could be like that too. She caught her breath as Luis and Augusta walked back into the wings.
The strains of the mandolin in Roxanne by Sting played in the background. This was it. James squeezed her hand and they stepped on stage. Emma grinned, this was it, she knew the steps, and she'd practiced them millions of times before. Step right, step left, turn, dip, twirl. And she shook her hips fast and rhythmic. Perfect, great. James was especially good tonight, his steps were on time, and his arms were secure. It was over. Emma was giddy, incredibly giddy. She curtsied, he bowed, and she stepped off the stage, shaking her hips every few seconds. The applause was thunderous. As soon as she got into the wings, she squeezed her older sister, Lily's hand. Lily was a ballerina and was about to perform with the corps. Lily and Emma were extremely close; Lily was only nine months older than her younger sister was.
Emma had changed into a flowing white dress, which was customary for all girl dancers at the dance school she attended. All the other girls were dressed identically. They were about to accept awards. "Emma, you're called." Joanna, a Beginning Ballet teacher ushered Emma to the wings. "And the award for Most Overall Flawless Dance goes to Emma Miyagi!" Emma ran on the stage, punching the air with her fists, "I got this, baby!" she screamed to nobody in particular. "Hell yeah!" she shouted. Although, Emma may have appeared shy, she was a ham on stage and a real powerhouse. Emma danced off stage.
::At home, one-day later::
Emma rushed down the stairs, carrying a stuffed Abercrombie bag. Her mother sat, painting a picture in the parlor. "Mommy, where's my coffee?!" Her mother yawned and pointed to a counter in the kitchen. Emma took the thermos. "Love you Mommy! Bye!" Emma checked herself in the hallway mirror. She looked good, right? No, no she didn't. She should change. No, she looked okay. No, she looked horrible. Emma threw her hands up in exasperation. She wore a short, plaid skirt; kneesocks; a white oxford shirt; and a navy blazer. She looked kinda Clueless-y. Which wasn't a bad thing, she was going for the trashy schoolgirl look right? Urgh! No! She wasn't. She decided she looked fine. This was how she dressed normally, and besides Clueless was her favorite movie. She growled at her reflection and then giggled. She knew she was pretty and didn't deny it. Early on, her mother had told her that she'd better acknowledge that she was pretty, because it gets pretty damn tiring for beautiful girls to go "Oh, I'm not pretty. I'm ugly." And they sound like they're fishing for compliments. Which was annoying. Definitely annoying. And Emma hated annoying people. She was just going for lunch with some stupid boy, right? She couldn't even remember his name. Ephram, was it? Urgh. Whatever, he'd asked her for a date. And she was never one to pass up a date with a cute boy. No, no he wasn't cute. She had a boyfriend, remember? Joel. Joel in London and she would be going back to see him..soon. Soon? How soon? She wasn't sure. She growled again. She headed down the sidewalk to a brand-new café. Ephram was sitting there, reading a magazine.
"Sorry I'm late." Emma said, setting her bag down on the side of the table. Ephram looked up.
"Oh. You're late. No biggie." He went back to reading his newspaper. Emma kept the sugary-sweet smile pasted on her face, how rude of him! He glanced up from the paper and laughed at her. "Is that how they dress in London? What are you Cher from Clueless." Emma wanted to nod badly but she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
Ephram was disturbed. So this was it, this beautiful girl turned out to have no personality? Yuck. He didn't like her after all. Maybe, he'd better go. He stood up and left the newspaper and twenty dollars on the table. "Order yourself something nice." he said, glancing at her and winked, he walked away towards the direction of his house. Emma was steamed. No, she was more than steamed, she was pissed!