AN: HAPPY BELATED HOLIDAYS! I'm sorry for not updating in a very long time.
Christmas and all of that stuff prevented me from getting near my typing
stuff. Plus, I just realized that my sister is going to be home with me the
entire month of January. She's being a pest and not leaving me along to
type out my stuff. She'd rather have me type out chats for her and her
silly friends. Any who, I hope everyone had a good holiday season! By the
by, the Lord of the Rings book "Weapons and Warfare" is a very good read.
elvenrocker: Actually, I am a Harry Potter fan and I know exactly what you're talking about. It's sort of a similar idea to that. They're dressed up in Muggle clothing but it's just for a short while.
Chibi Chingo: Thanks for the review!
GinnyPotter: Thanks! I'll try to keep updating. As long as I can duck my pesky sister.
Sarah: Thanks! Here's a bit more!
Kat: Oh wow, thanks very much. I'm glad you liked my little story and I really appreciate your review.
Elainor: Here's a bit more! I'm glad you liked the way the chapter began. I can assure you nothing too bad is going to happen.
littlesaiyangirl: I'm not really sure. Thanks for the compliment and the review, as always.
Maethoriell Uini Tawar: I really am surprised that there are so many dancers and ex-dancers on this site. Thranduil has something up his sleeves but I'm not saying anything just yet.
Hobbitgirl11: I don't think there's going to be any romance. I really don't know how to write romance related stories. Thanks for the review, as usual.
Lindiel Eryn: Hi there! I haven't updated anything else because I've been working on this story. Since this story was written in school, it's pretty focused. I don't like my classmates knowing I write because none of them are fans of Lord of the Rings so they wouldn't get it. Patrick is kind of my excuse for how things in Middle Earth find there way out. This story spawned my other story, sort of. Thanks for the review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
"Has anyone seen Emma?!" Spiro bellowed, peering over the heads of his gathered dancers.
Like his dancers, the ballet teacher was overstressed and slightly more than grumpy. The extra stress was derived from the fact Michelle had placed a large group of new dancers in his class. He was forced to reformat the entire ballet to include all these new people. That meant countless hours of extra rehearsals, mostly after Friday night acrobatics, and more yelling than one thought was humanly possible.
"I'm over here," Emma called, waving her arms so she could be seen over the crowd of young kids dressed in spangled tap costumes.
"Let her pass," Spiro bellowed, causing one of the kids to burst into tears.
The crowd, consisting of a "baby" tap class in their spangled tap costumes and over done make up, a preteen ballet class in blood red tutus, and a seven to eleven year old acrobatics class dressed as cheerleaders, mostly parted, allowing the elven clad ballerina through. She darted through the crowd and made her way to her own ballet class. Her class was the fourth class, following the acrobatics class, to take the stage in the second act.
She reached her ballet class, giving them a bright smile. That would be the only smile she was going to be allowed to give the class. Spiro had forbidden them from smiling during the course of the dance. He said it was unprofessional.
There was her class and the Junior class looking highly uncomfortable in their ballet costumes. People were adjusting wigs and wig pins, pulling on lengths of cloth that doubled for cloaks, or just moving around nervously. It was the ever popular and highly common pre-show jitters. Kim and Myra were both red eyed, indicating that they already had their little breakdowns.
"Better now than during the acro fast change," Emma, mentally, mused.
The breakdowns were well known within the dance studio. It was a yearly occurrence that saw the two dancers, sometimes together and sometimes at separate times, burst into tears for no real reason. Usually, Kim's would occur just before the acrobatics dance while Myra was known to burst into tears during the dance itself. That, in and of itself, was very dangerous in that while she was crying, she might miss a trick and hit someone else.
The music for the first act had cued up and, sounding like a heard of angry horses, the "baby" tap class trooped on stage to sing "I Want to be Loved by You" and do their simple tap steps.
The banging of tap shoes brought Emma back to the here and now. She looked up at Spiro, who seemed to be trying not to fidget in his own costume. At the class's request, the Greek ballet instructor was making a cameo appearance as a cave troll.
He was dressed in heavy grey sweats, with big grey boots on his feet. Someone had even painted his face and hands dark grey. It was slightly difficult to picture him as a troll but it was a brave attempt.
Behind Spiro stood a group of dancers that were, arguably, less popular than Emma. They were the cause of the extra rehearsals and the screamed lectures. Collectively, they were known as the "incidentals."
They were the dancers who had either gotten hurt and were assumed to be absent from the dance or students who had just appeared out of thin air. Emma was well aware that Miss Michelle, despite her feverish denials, had forced Spiro to put these kids in his ballet and that this move had turned him into a rampaging lunatic.
There was a chubby blond named Elaine, who had missed most of the year due to knee surgery, who was dressed as Elrond. A very, very tall dark skinned girl named Korina who was dressed in a poorly attempted balrog costume. She had just appeared at the beginning of June and was placed in the ballet. Two smaller girls, an Asian looking girl named Paula and a shorter, dumpier version of Danielle named Kathy-both were new additions to the class- were dressed as Galadriel and Celeborn. The final dancer, a curly headed Brazilian named Erica who had showed up with Korina, was dressed as Haldir.
The baby tap music gave way to a poorly recorded "Fur Elise." The preteen ballet class had taken the stage.
"Everyone to their wings," Spiro ordered, with warning in his voice.
Each and every dancer, from the oldest student to the newest, knew that tone. If anyone even dared to make a mistake, it would be their heads next year.
Following the rest of her ballet class, Emma made her way over to the stage left wings. There she attached her props to her costume and tried to recall her "new and improved" beginning steps.
The classical ballet piece ended with a smattering of clapping from the audience. Ballets never went over big in the studio. The audience just didn't understand them.
They did, however, understand the hip hop heavy acrobatics dance that had just taken the stage. Every trick from a forward roll to a handstand received thunderous applause.
The acrobatics class seemed to be on stage for just a brief amount of time. Before Emma knew it, the stage had gone dark and she was being prompted by Andrea to get on stage.
"Here goes nothing," Emma thought, as she pictured herself not remembering a single step or falling during a crucial moment in the dance.
The dance was to start with the Council of Elrond scene and move forward from there. It covered most of the major points in the film's score and narrative.
Emma took her place on the darkened stage, between Lauren and Kim, and scanned the shadowed audience.
She found her parents, sitting in their usual row. Her father sat at the end of the row looking bored out of this wits but that was usually the case. He wasn't very interested in anything dance related. Next to him sat her mother. She looked excited, knowing that the ballet was forthcoming. She hadn't seen the final product, with the new dancers, yet.
The three figures sitting after her nearly brought an unwanted smile to Emma's face. There sat her brother and his two friends. They looked highly uncomfortable in, what she and her mother considered, normal clothing. They sat staring at the stage in wide eyed wonder.
Knowing that the group provided the biggest distraction, Emma shut them out of her mind. Instead, she focused on the music that had started up. She felt it invade every part of her and begin to sweep her away in its melodies. She didn't have to think about the steps she was give or where she was suppose to be. The music spoke and she listened. It gave her directions and she followed. It was as normal, as natural as breathing. It felt right.
elvenrocker: Actually, I am a Harry Potter fan and I know exactly what you're talking about. It's sort of a similar idea to that. They're dressed up in Muggle clothing but it's just for a short while.
Chibi Chingo: Thanks for the review!
GinnyPotter: Thanks! I'll try to keep updating. As long as I can duck my pesky sister.
Sarah: Thanks! Here's a bit more!
Kat: Oh wow, thanks very much. I'm glad you liked my little story and I really appreciate your review.
Elainor: Here's a bit more! I'm glad you liked the way the chapter began. I can assure you nothing too bad is going to happen.
littlesaiyangirl: I'm not really sure. Thanks for the compliment and the review, as always.
Maethoriell Uini Tawar: I really am surprised that there are so many dancers and ex-dancers on this site. Thranduil has something up his sleeves but I'm not saying anything just yet.
Hobbitgirl11: I don't think there's going to be any romance. I really don't know how to write romance related stories. Thanks for the review, as usual.
Lindiel Eryn: Hi there! I haven't updated anything else because I've been working on this story. Since this story was written in school, it's pretty focused. I don't like my classmates knowing I write because none of them are fans of Lord of the Rings so they wouldn't get it. Patrick is kind of my excuse for how things in Middle Earth find there way out. This story spawned my other story, sort of. Thanks for the review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
"Has anyone seen Emma?!" Spiro bellowed, peering over the heads of his gathered dancers.
Like his dancers, the ballet teacher was overstressed and slightly more than grumpy. The extra stress was derived from the fact Michelle had placed a large group of new dancers in his class. He was forced to reformat the entire ballet to include all these new people. That meant countless hours of extra rehearsals, mostly after Friday night acrobatics, and more yelling than one thought was humanly possible.
"I'm over here," Emma called, waving her arms so she could be seen over the crowd of young kids dressed in spangled tap costumes.
"Let her pass," Spiro bellowed, causing one of the kids to burst into tears.
The crowd, consisting of a "baby" tap class in their spangled tap costumes and over done make up, a preteen ballet class in blood red tutus, and a seven to eleven year old acrobatics class dressed as cheerleaders, mostly parted, allowing the elven clad ballerina through. She darted through the crowd and made her way to her own ballet class. Her class was the fourth class, following the acrobatics class, to take the stage in the second act.
She reached her ballet class, giving them a bright smile. That would be the only smile she was going to be allowed to give the class. Spiro had forbidden them from smiling during the course of the dance. He said it was unprofessional.
There was her class and the Junior class looking highly uncomfortable in their ballet costumes. People were adjusting wigs and wig pins, pulling on lengths of cloth that doubled for cloaks, or just moving around nervously. It was the ever popular and highly common pre-show jitters. Kim and Myra were both red eyed, indicating that they already had their little breakdowns.
"Better now than during the acro fast change," Emma, mentally, mused.
The breakdowns were well known within the dance studio. It was a yearly occurrence that saw the two dancers, sometimes together and sometimes at separate times, burst into tears for no real reason. Usually, Kim's would occur just before the acrobatics dance while Myra was known to burst into tears during the dance itself. That, in and of itself, was very dangerous in that while she was crying, she might miss a trick and hit someone else.
The music for the first act had cued up and, sounding like a heard of angry horses, the "baby" tap class trooped on stage to sing "I Want to be Loved by You" and do their simple tap steps.
The banging of tap shoes brought Emma back to the here and now. She looked up at Spiro, who seemed to be trying not to fidget in his own costume. At the class's request, the Greek ballet instructor was making a cameo appearance as a cave troll.
He was dressed in heavy grey sweats, with big grey boots on his feet. Someone had even painted his face and hands dark grey. It was slightly difficult to picture him as a troll but it was a brave attempt.
Behind Spiro stood a group of dancers that were, arguably, less popular than Emma. They were the cause of the extra rehearsals and the screamed lectures. Collectively, they were known as the "incidentals."
They were the dancers who had either gotten hurt and were assumed to be absent from the dance or students who had just appeared out of thin air. Emma was well aware that Miss Michelle, despite her feverish denials, had forced Spiro to put these kids in his ballet and that this move had turned him into a rampaging lunatic.
There was a chubby blond named Elaine, who had missed most of the year due to knee surgery, who was dressed as Elrond. A very, very tall dark skinned girl named Korina who was dressed in a poorly attempted balrog costume. She had just appeared at the beginning of June and was placed in the ballet. Two smaller girls, an Asian looking girl named Paula and a shorter, dumpier version of Danielle named Kathy-both were new additions to the class- were dressed as Galadriel and Celeborn. The final dancer, a curly headed Brazilian named Erica who had showed up with Korina, was dressed as Haldir.
The baby tap music gave way to a poorly recorded "Fur Elise." The preteen ballet class had taken the stage.
"Everyone to their wings," Spiro ordered, with warning in his voice.
Each and every dancer, from the oldest student to the newest, knew that tone. If anyone even dared to make a mistake, it would be their heads next year.
Following the rest of her ballet class, Emma made her way over to the stage left wings. There she attached her props to her costume and tried to recall her "new and improved" beginning steps.
The classical ballet piece ended with a smattering of clapping from the audience. Ballets never went over big in the studio. The audience just didn't understand them.
They did, however, understand the hip hop heavy acrobatics dance that had just taken the stage. Every trick from a forward roll to a handstand received thunderous applause.
The acrobatics class seemed to be on stage for just a brief amount of time. Before Emma knew it, the stage had gone dark and she was being prompted by Andrea to get on stage.
"Here goes nothing," Emma thought, as she pictured herself not remembering a single step or falling during a crucial moment in the dance.
The dance was to start with the Council of Elrond scene and move forward from there. It covered most of the major points in the film's score and narrative.
Emma took her place on the darkened stage, between Lauren and Kim, and scanned the shadowed audience.
She found her parents, sitting in their usual row. Her father sat at the end of the row looking bored out of this wits but that was usually the case. He wasn't very interested in anything dance related. Next to him sat her mother. She looked excited, knowing that the ballet was forthcoming. She hadn't seen the final product, with the new dancers, yet.
The three figures sitting after her nearly brought an unwanted smile to Emma's face. There sat her brother and his two friends. They looked highly uncomfortable in, what she and her mother considered, normal clothing. They sat staring at the stage in wide eyed wonder.
Knowing that the group provided the biggest distraction, Emma shut them out of her mind. Instead, she focused on the music that had started up. She felt it invade every part of her and begin to sweep her away in its melodies. She didn't have to think about the steps she was give or where she was suppose to be. The music spoke and she listened. It gave her directions and she followed. It was as normal, as natural as breathing. It felt right.