Let It Go (Open to all members of the dance team)

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Opening the doors to the dancing studio, Erika peeked inside to see who else had arrived - so far, no one. She was the first to the scene, which wasn't really all that weird, seeing how early she was. She had finished her homework earlier than expected and didn't really see the point in hanging around her dorm room with nothing else to do - so, here she was. Alone. Restless.

Great.

Sliding down against the huge mirror covering the entire wall on the right side of the studio, Erika pulled her feet up underneath her jaw and rested her chin on top of her kneecap. She let out a sigh as her fingers tapped against the wooden floor - she really hated waiting. It made her angsty and especially since she had absolutely nothing to distract herself with - well besides that, but it wasn't exactly something she allowed herself to think about. It pulled away her focus and that just wasn't acceptable. Not now, not ever.

But gah, wasn't it just such a pretty distraction? Nope, get a grip girl. Focus. F-O-C-U-S. 

With a groan, the brunette hoisted herself up and walked over to the boomblaster and scanned through the various CD's, settling for something classical, put the CD in and closed her eyes as the music started filling the room. She moved to the center of the room and let the rhythm control her movements, feeling the familiar sense of serenity return.

Now this, this was life.

[Ayn Coutard]

The day hadn't started out good. At least, not in Ayn's opinion. While she had been planning on getting up early, and dancing until her toes bled (one of her happiest past times), she awoke groggy. Something to do with the two bottles of wine the previous night without much help from anyone else. Then again, it was her own fault for ordering them at the local club, run by her coworker's girlfriend. Sure, she could have been cut off. But she would have been brought home nice and safe, unless of course Viktor had stayed at the club with Elise. Now that she thought about it, as she pressed her hand into her temple, she frowned. How... DID she get back to the school? She vaguely remembered someone helping her.. A flash of dark hair. Aftershave that smelled like spice and warmth. But then again, that could have just been a dream, and all Ayn knew is that she made it back safe and sound with out any students catching her. She just managed to have the headache to show for her night out, and a vague memory of a knight in shining armor. 

The loud music coming from the studio told her she was already late, as Ayn opened her eye, having been walking with them closed against the bright lights. Putting on a pair of sunglasses, she was able to see that it was Erika in there already. It could have been part of her hangover, or her lack of patience today, that the term 'suck up' floated through her mind. Standing in the door way, her voice called at the girl as soon as she saw the error. Not just any error, one that could end up with a broken toe, or worse, an ankle, the first being what Ayn had learned in her auditions years ago the hard way. "Point... Erika, you need to point your foot a la droit." She knew her voice was harsh, but it needed to be done. After all, if the princess of the school got hurt on her watch, she might in turn be out of a job. 

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

At the sound of the teacher's voice, Erika opened her eyes and turned to look at the woman in the doorway. The dance instructor was one of the few people who seemed to dare being harsh with her, which she oddly enough appreciated. Erika hated being treated nicely just because of her last name and it surely wasn't fair for the rest of the students that she got any form of special treatment. So, the correction was greeted with a quick nod as she did like she was told.

''Like this?'' she asked, pointing her foot like she had seen the teacher do a million times before. She wasn't exactly a prodigy when it came to ballet, but her lack of skill was replaced by a stubborn will to achieve everything she put her mind to, which in Erika's opinion made up for the lack of experience and footwork. Then again, she wasn't a teacher.

It was nice to have something else to put her mind to. At least after all the confused mess of a brain she had lately. It was messing with her concentration, and it had more than once caused the brunette to mess up. But there was no chance she was letting that happening again, at least not in front of Ms. Coutard. She deserved to have hardworking students.

[Ayn Coutard]

"Better." Ayn remarked though it still wasn't up to her standard. In her mind, you had to have talent. It didn't matter how much hard work you did, unless you had some talent, you were just like all the other ones that ended up not making it past the Chorus. But on the other end, you could be dripping of talent, and not bothering with the hard work, you would end up with even less. Dropping her bag on the side of the floor, Ayn pulled a long draw of the black coffee from her travel mug, quieting the grumble to herself as she sank into a heap on the floor, pulling out her ballerina slippers, slipping them on with their hardened points, and began wrapping the ribbons up  her legs tightly to not allow them to slip. 

"The other way would eventually break your toe." She finally explained, wiggling her own toes at the memory. Starting to stretch, which she did each class, though she was yet to ever dance with a student. It was only to show the movement, and when they would follow her. It was unfortunate, the small group that was there. It made her feel as though her art form was starting to die, and Ayn was coming to the realization she would never again dance on the stage, or anywhere out of the stuffy room. Though, if they were able to at least get some males, then they would be able to learn so much more then what Ayn was limited to teaching them. 

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Erika nodded simply and closed her eyes, re-doing the steps over again and over again until she felt it sat. Well, she tried to anyways, but whenever she started the steps, something at the back of her mind kept pushing itself forth and no matter how hard she tried pulling it back it, it struggled harder. And in the end, Erika stopped and let out a frustrated sigh before walking towards the boomblaster, turning down the volume of the song.

She then turned to look at Ms. Coutard, watching her pull her shoes on, ''Yeah..,'' Erika replied absentmindedly and shrugged. She continued to move further back into the room and slid down onto the floor, ready to watch the master in action, all though with the way her mind kept drifting elsewhere, to certain somebody and any concentration was ripped off of her mind like yesterday's news.

''How long have you been doing this?'' she asked in another attempt to keep her mind on the dancing and nothing else.

[Ayn Coutard]

How long... The thought ran through Ayn's mind as she pulled her ankle up closer to her head, feeling the pull of the limber muscles. "A long.. long time." She murmured in French before lifting her head to answer in English. "Since I was four. I danced and danced... Ended up in school for dance dans Paris. Traveled the world, danced so many stages. But... all things, end, oui? We may dream one dream, and end up with another." Smiling, she felt her stomach grumble, prompting her to finish the remaining coffee.

"Now, where is your friend? Is she not coming again?" Ayn asked, arching an eyebrow. She was tired of having to chase down the students that were supposed to be part of the club. It seemed only the Princess wanted to take it seriously, even if she wasn't the greatest at it. Ayn couldn't be angry at the young woman for trying. If it were no one, she would simply be spending the hour or two each session and dance on her own. Though, she did itch to dance with another, to use her powers. But it wasn't something that would be fair to do with anyone who was unsuspecting.