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Post by shadow on Dec 28, 2005 15:47:18 GMT -5
Lilia walked to the dance studio, her ballet, ballroom and latin shoes in her dance bag. She was wearing a black leotard with a black overskirt that reached to her knees and spread out when she twirled around; a proper practice skirt, in other words. She pushed open the door, glad to see that the studio was empty.
Setting her bag down, she sat on one of the benches, putting on her ballet shoes. Then she walked to the barre and did some warm up exercises. She changed into her ballroom shoes and put on a CD. Pressing play, she began dancing, looking wonderful even without a partner, oblivious to the world around her, her body and mind consumed by the quickstep moves she was executing.
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Post by Clemènce Anneliese Dantè on Dec 29, 2005 22:21:09 GMT -5
Clemènce entered one of the dance studio. She saw a girl dancing. Wow. That girl was fantastic. She sat down at a corner, observing the girl's skill. Clemènce wanted to join in, but that would be inappropriate. That girl looked like she was from Russia. Wearing her pink slip-on dress, she was feeling quite sleepy but a dance could shake her out of it.
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Post by Analiese Ward on Dec 29, 2005 23:29:48 GMT -5
A few moments later, Analiese entered the studio as well. She had been hoping to get a bit of ballet practice in, but she noticed the female dancing ballroom on the floor, so she decided to take a seat and watch. I appeared as if someone else was already watching the ballroom dancer. She took a seat beside the spectator, whom happened to be wearing a pink slip-on dress.
"Hey, are you watching too?" she asked the female simply after sitting down. Analiese was dressed in usual ballet rehearsal attire. A simple black leotard clung to her skeletal body whilst a light pink cropped wrap sweater was tied around her torso for warmth. A pair of footed tights in a very light, classic pink covered her legs and a pair of light pink leg warmers, the same color as her sweater, warmed her calves. Her pointe shoes were in her hand. She figured she'd wait until the floor was clear befpre she put them on. After all, they were painful. |
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Post by Clemènce Anneliese Dantè on Dec 30, 2005 0:35:16 GMT -5
"Umm...yeah," replied Clemènce,"I'm Clemènce by the way. Are you going to practice ballet or something? The girl was wearing a leotard. She waited for the girl to answer while watching the girl, who was still dancing.
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Post by Analiese Ward on Dec 30, 2005 0:38:29 GMT -5
"I'm Analiese." she introduced herself. She shifted her weight, stretching her back slightly. "I'll probably practice in a bit." she started. "But she seems pretty into it, so I think I'll just wait until she is finished." Analiese finished.
"So do you dance?" she asked. She assumed the answer was yes, but she decided it would be polite to ask anyway. |
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Post by Clemènce Anneliese Dantè on Dec 30, 2005 3:50:18 GMT -5
"Yes, I do. I love ballet too."she replied politely. "Do you dance ballet only?"she asked, trying to take up a conversation while watching the other girl dance. Her eyes shifted from one side to another, while waiting for Analiese to answer.
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Post by shadow on Dec 30, 2005 14:08:07 GMT -5
Lilia wished she had a partner, but unless there were girls willing to play a guy in a dance, that was unlikely. However, she acted like there was a guy in front of her, keeping the classic ballroom hold. The only things she couldn't do were lifts and complicated movements that meant she needed support from the guy. It was great to be dancing again though, and she felt almost regret when the track ended. She walked over to the CD player with the grace of the dancer she was. It was then that she noticed she had company.
"Hello," she said amiably, walking over to the two girls. "Did you enjoy the performance?" she asked, as it was obvious they had been watching her. "I could do better with a parter, but there is none of them here." She giggled, and looked from one girl to the other. "My name is Lilia," she introduced herself. "I am supposing you want to use the floor. You do ballet also?" she asked, looking at the girl who was holding the pointe shoes, like hers, but much less worn.
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Post by Analiese Ward on Dec 30, 2005 15:49:46 GMT -5
Analiese was about to answer Clemence when the ballroom dancer walked over. "Beautiful dancing." she said, still seated. She didn't bother standing at the moment. Analiese had never tried ballroom dancing before. Well, at least not in a studio. She had done some ballroom dancing at the Queen's parties before, but that was about it.
"I'm Analiese." she introduced herself. It was nice having to introduce herself to people. Usually, Analiese was greeted by at least a dozen fans whenever she went out, but this place...it was just nice to be considered equal to everyone else.
"Yes, I dance ballet, but that's all I do in studio." she replied. "It's mostly just to keep in shape." she added. Analiese was a selfdescribe beanpole; at 5'7" and 102 lbs, she was skin and bones, but ballet helped to give her just a bit of lean muscle mass, which is what the fashion industry loved for her. |
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Post by Clemènce Anneliese Dantè on Dec 31, 2005 3:31:18 GMT -5
"Yes..I must agree. That was a great performance."Clemènce replied. She loved ballroom dancing. She grew up participating in all kinds of dancing competitions, and ballroom dancing was one of her expertise. Clemènce looked at Analiese, almost sure, that she was famous since she was a ballet dancer and she had heard of her once before.
"By the way, I'm Clemènce,"she introduced herself, smiling yet still sitting. "You seem to be an expert,"she commented.
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Post by shadow on Dec 31, 2005 9:11:36 GMT -5
"Thank you both," Lilia said, smiling. It was lovely to be praised, it was what she strived on. Dancers weren't necessarily the most confident people, and if they were anything like her, they needed to be praised to know they were good. She walked over to her bag and pulled out her bottle of water, taking a drink and sitting on the bench, though she wasn't at all tired. It would take more than one dance to tire this litle Russian dancer out.
"It is nice to meet you, Analiese, and you also, Clemence," she said, both names sounding slightly strange with her Russian accent. She got a buzz out of meeting people. She'd never been outgoing, had never had real friends, despite being such a warm person. At home, she was different to everyone, and then when she came to America, she was an outcast, a foreigner, and didn't belong. It was nice to finally be making some friends, to be integrating in normal American society at last.
"Thank you again, but I am not expert. Yes, I dance lots, but I have lot to learn before I is expert. I hoping to turn professional in a year or two, when I am old enough, but even professionals isn't expert," she said, blushing. She shrugged. "However, dancing is my life."
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