Hiy'all! OK, first of all, this story is based in the modern world, and
it's about the Lord of the Rings characters and a pop group. It's not a
stupid 'Fellowship in the real world' story- though it may be to you, not
me. Please review- critisism, suggestions and maybe even a few compliments
are welcome! However, if you just review to flame me without constructive
critisim or advice I'm not interested, and they will go to the Balrog along
with posters of Gary Speed and Robbie Williams. Thanky once again and
enjoy!
A/N. No copyright infringement is intended and if anyone finds anything I will change it or, if it is intentional, I will disclaim it in the next chapter. JRR Tolkien owns the LotR characters not me. *crys*
Thoroughly revised and re-uploaded! Obergines for all!
Dancing Lessons.... or not
The blonde dancer with a sweet, innocent look and a vice versa attitude flicked back her shoulders and flexed her two arms in a pumping action. She clapped her hands, and cleared her throat in order to get the attention of the unlikely group in front of her. 'OK guys, show me what you can do. Dance as if you were in a club.' she demanded in a stern voice.
Stepping back, she switched on the music of a Fellowship track, What Dreams May Come, and the choreographer waited for her dance students to launch into their own vigorous moves. Instead, the five singers hung their heads, glanced sheepishly at her and appeared to be frozen rigid to the spot.
'C'mon guys, just do what's comfortable for you!' she roared, attempting to encourage them.
The five statues refused to budge. The reflections of their faces in the massive mirrored wall of the studio clearly revealed their gut-wrenched nerves. A tanned Merry sucked in his cheeks. Dark, broody Aragorn rocked his right leg back and forth. Grey-eyed Legolas fidgeted with his baseball cap. Tousle-haired Pippin pulled one of his manic faces; and stocky Gimli's solemn look and navel-gazing gives the impression that he wishes the ground would open up and swallow him.
Clearly embarrassed and fearful of appearing foolish in front of this world- renowned choreographer, who has worked with everyone from Celebrían to the Elvish Brothers, none of the Fellowshippers are eager to make the first move.
Éowyn sighed and shook her head. This was going to be more difficult than she'd first thought. It was the first morning of Fellowship's first day of rehearsals in Osgiliath for their Middle-Earth Tour that kick-started in just four weeks time. Éowyn, the wiry bundle of energy and personality, had been drafted in to whip Fellowship into shape as dancers. They may have created pop history, scoring SIX number one hits in a row, but the five stars weren't like most bands because they haven't been trained as dancers. They were a vocal group. They didn't dance. But they had ambitious plans for their Middle-Earth Tour, which would put them right up there as a live act, and Fellowship had a challenge on their hands. They had become idols to a generation of teens and twenty- somethings, but now needed to prove themselves as stage entertainers. Their performance would have to be visually exciting, energetic and nothing like what the critics and fans would expect or would have seen before.
This morning, however, their star status appeared to have been thrown out with the Christmas wrapping paper. The fired-up choreographer hadn't yet managed to find the fighting spirit that had taken the band to the top of the pop world.
She wasn't looking for any extravagent footwork or extreme flamboyance. When the renowned Éowyn signed up to choreograph the show, the showy diva had known Fellowship weren't a dance act. But she'd expected them to be able to do SOME dancing.
'C'mon Gimli, you can do it, give it a go,' she prodded, waving her arms wildly in front of him. 'I can't,' he insisted, glued to the spot with a pained expression on his face. Gimli rubbed his muscular arms and shoulders as though he had a chill, and nervously tucked a strand of flaming red hair behind his ear. Gimli wasn't amazingly handsome like, for example, Legolas or Aragorn, but he was definitely good-looking in his own way. Still, he wasn't exactly built for dancing. Clearly, Éowyn would have to work on some confidence-building excercises. She turned the music off, swung her arms as though they were on a hinge and called the boys around her.
"I have to see you move before I can choreograph anything for you,' she told them, scanning their terrified faces and recognising their nervousness. 'That's how I work. Every group is different in every way, so moves and routines etcetera have to be tailor made for Fellowship so you are all comfortable with them.'
The animated Éowyn had their attention and the ice was begining to melt. Gimli was even showing the trace of a smile.
'Now, I know this isn't easy but it's got to be done. Now, let's show you how.'
Éowyn beckoned over her Hobbit assistant Rosie Cotton, who had been hovering in the background. She was half the size of Éowyn, (which brought an immediate look of relief to the faces of Merry, Pippin and Gimli) with a quiet, reserved personality.
Éowyn bounced across the room to turn up the music system, and she and Rosie launched into a series of moves that appeared effortles. The five boys watched in amazement at the fluent routine and soon they forgot their fears and began to join in.
'Whoo!' roared Éowyn, 'now we're going.'
The girls got the lads to prepare to do their solo spots now some of the nerves had been demolished.
'It's like being back at school.' moaned Merry.
'Will we get lines?' Pippin asked jokingly.
'Damn right you will!' Éowyn told them sternly, with a glower.
There was a moment of silence until everybody began to laugh. Bonds were beginning to form. Which would probably mean there would be no excuses for slacking off, Pippin recalled later that evening in the bar.
It was too late to look back at it now, Legolas had responded despondently.
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Well, how was it? Please r+r, but please be gentle with me. I'm very fragile ^-^. ~ Damn the Torpedoes
A/N. No copyright infringement is intended and if anyone finds anything I will change it or, if it is intentional, I will disclaim it in the next chapter. JRR Tolkien owns the LotR characters not me. *crys*
Thoroughly revised and re-uploaded! Obergines for all!
Dancing Lessons.... or not
The blonde dancer with a sweet, innocent look and a vice versa attitude flicked back her shoulders and flexed her two arms in a pumping action. She clapped her hands, and cleared her throat in order to get the attention of the unlikely group in front of her. 'OK guys, show me what you can do. Dance as if you were in a club.' she demanded in a stern voice.
Stepping back, she switched on the music of a Fellowship track, What Dreams May Come, and the choreographer waited for her dance students to launch into their own vigorous moves. Instead, the five singers hung their heads, glanced sheepishly at her and appeared to be frozen rigid to the spot.
'C'mon guys, just do what's comfortable for you!' she roared, attempting to encourage them.
The five statues refused to budge. The reflections of their faces in the massive mirrored wall of the studio clearly revealed their gut-wrenched nerves. A tanned Merry sucked in his cheeks. Dark, broody Aragorn rocked his right leg back and forth. Grey-eyed Legolas fidgeted with his baseball cap. Tousle-haired Pippin pulled one of his manic faces; and stocky Gimli's solemn look and navel-gazing gives the impression that he wishes the ground would open up and swallow him.
Clearly embarrassed and fearful of appearing foolish in front of this world- renowned choreographer, who has worked with everyone from Celebrían to the Elvish Brothers, none of the Fellowshippers are eager to make the first move.
Éowyn sighed and shook her head. This was going to be more difficult than she'd first thought. It was the first morning of Fellowship's first day of rehearsals in Osgiliath for their Middle-Earth Tour that kick-started in just four weeks time. Éowyn, the wiry bundle of energy and personality, had been drafted in to whip Fellowship into shape as dancers. They may have created pop history, scoring SIX number one hits in a row, but the five stars weren't like most bands because they haven't been trained as dancers. They were a vocal group. They didn't dance. But they had ambitious plans for their Middle-Earth Tour, which would put them right up there as a live act, and Fellowship had a challenge on their hands. They had become idols to a generation of teens and twenty- somethings, but now needed to prove themselves as stage entertainers. Their performance would have to be visually exciting, energetic and nothing like what the critics and fans would expect or would have seen before.
This morning, however, their star status appeared to have been thrown out with the Christmas wrapping paper. The fired-up choreographer hadn't yet managed to find the fighting spirit that had taken the band to the top of the pop world.
She wasn't looking for any extravagent footwork or extreme flamboyance. When the renowned Éowyn signed up to choreograph the show, the showy diva had known Fellowship weren't a dance act. But she'd expected them to be able to do SOME dancing.
'C'mon Gimli, you can do it, give it a go,' she prodded, waving her arms wildly in front of him. 'I can't,' he insisted, glued to the spot with a pained expression on his face. Gimli rubbed his muscular arms and shoulders as though he had a chill, and nervously tucked a strand of flaming red hair behind his ear. Gimli wasn't amazingly handsome like, for example, Legolas or Aragorn, but he was definitely good-looking in his own way. Still, he wasn't exactly built for dancing. Clearly, Éowyn would have to work on some confidence-building excercises. She turned the music off, swung her arms as though they were on a hinge and called the boys around her.
"I have to see you move before I can choreograph anything for you,' she told them, scanning their terrified faces and recognising their nervousness. 'That's how I work. Every group is different in every way, so moves and routines etcetera have to be tailor made for Fellowship so you are all comfortable with them.'
The animated Éowyn had their attention and the ice was begining to melt. Gimli was even showing the trace of a smile.
'Now, I know this isn't easy but it's got to be done. Now, let's show you how.'
Éowyn beckoned over her Hobbit assistant Rosie Cotton, who had been hovering in the background. She was half the size of Éowyn, (which brought an immediate look of relief to the faces of Merry, Pippin and Gimli) with a quiet, reserved personality.
Éowyn bounced across the room to turn up the music system, and she and Rosie launched into a series of moves that appeared effortles. The five boys watched in amazement at the fluent routine and soon they forgot their fears and began to join in.
'Whoo!' roared Éowyn, 'now we're going.'
The girls got the lads to prepare to do their solo spots now some of the nerves had been demolished.
'It's like being back at school.' moaned Merry.
'Will we get lines?' Pippin asked jokingly.
'Damn right you will!' Éowyn told them sternly, with a glower.
There was a moment of silence until everybody began to laugh. Bonds were beginning to form. Which would probably mean there would be no excuses for slacking off, Pippin recalled later that evening in the bar.
It was too late to look back at it now, Legolas had responded despondently.
~~~~
Well, how was it? Please r+r, but please be gentle with me. I'm very fragile ^-^. ~ Damn the Torpedoes
