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Post by Jacqueline Girard on Sept 12, 2008 20:27:08 GMT -5
Jac sat on the stage, lacing up her pointe shoes. She flexed her leg muscles as she tied the ribbons on her ankle. Once they were secure, she pressed play on her iPod plugged into the dock. It immediately started blasting one of the suites of Swan Lake. She took a deep breath in and rose on pointe. The dance teacher had suggested that Jac practice on stage, to try to see if she could gather up more emotion that way. The teacher had given her special permission to practice here, which was an elite plus. Truth was, it was helping. The feeling of being on stage always made her dance differently. She lost herself to the music as she leaped and spun across the stage. She continued dancing with her feet, not her brain. She let them guide her wherever they wanted to go and closed her eyes, doing one pirouette after another.
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 12, 2008 20:40:22 GMT -5
Sid walked into the hall, not really paying any attention if anybody was there, his thoughts on Lena and his music. He rubbed the edge of the vinyl case with his hands, already feeling the frets on his fingers. His last practice was cut short, interrupted by a childhood friend. A mischievous grin spread on the corners of his mouth, jumping onto the stage and almost running into Jac. "err..." he eyed her, almost towering down from his full height. "Sorry?" he spoke, slightly unsure what happen, his mind somewhere else.
He raised a brow, this girl was hot, why hadn't he noticed her before. His girlfriend soon out of his mind, old Sid back in action. "Didn't mean to inturrupt...hi I'm Sid." his gorgeous smile, hazel eyes gleaming down at the ballerina.
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Post by Jacqueline Girard on Sept 12, 2008 20:55:20 GMT -5
Jacqueline had been starting to do a fouette when someone bumped into her. She landed in a 3rd position like stance, catching herself from falling and twisting her ankle. She stabled herself before standing up fully. Jac wasn't angry. "I see you have a very extensive vocabulary." She said, responding to his err noise. She smiled. "It's really fine, I was almost done anyway. I'm Jacqueline but I prefer to be called Jac. The only person who actually calls me Jacqueline is the ballet teachers and my mother." Jac rolled her blue eyes, shrugged and then looked him up and down. Definitely very cute.
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 12, 2008 22:31:33 GMT -5
His smirk spread, continuing to eye her over. "I have a very large vocabulary, but I am unable to say certain words in front of a lady, Jac..." oh great another Jacqueline, hopefully she wasn't anything like McCormick. "Never seen you here...oh shit..." Sid's large hand took a hold of Jac's arm, holding her up. "I hurt you, please forgive me, here let me help." with one swift movement, Jac was in Sid's arms, cradling her like a child. "Better not put pressure on that, ice would help or...ice..." not wise to offer someone pot on the first encounter. His guitar flopped to the side with her weight, hitting him in the knee, biting his tongue to hold in a yelp.
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Post by Jacqueline Girard on Sept 12, 2008 23:28:26 GMT -5
Jac laughed. "Riiiggghhht. So, not convincing." She said shaking her head. "Yeah, I'm new. Apparently my dancing has no emotion and I'm supposed to fix it somehow..." When he picked her up she raised an eyebrow. "I'm not really really hurt. And even if I was, I've had worse. Like, when I was twelve I pretty much tore a ligament in my foot and still performed the next week in The Nutcracker." She told him. "Ice would be good though so that the swelling will go down if there is any... and it seams like you'll be needing ice too." Jac said to him sympathetically.
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 12, 2008 23:44:57 GMT -5
Sid cleared his throat and just laughed "I'll be fine...just walk it off..." he grinned looking into her eyes. SHe was so young and probably naive, something Sid really enjoyed. "You babble to much when you don't know what to say" he laughed again, gently placing her into a seat. Standing up, limping slightly, he took his guitar off his shoulders, putting it a few seats down. "Ice, anything else you would like m'lady?" placing his arm on his back and taking a small bow, being all gentleman'ish, girls loved that kind of stuff.
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Post by Jacqueline Girard on Sept 12, 2008 23:54:10 GMT -5
"Whatever you say. But I don't believe any of that male ego crap. Pretending you're alright because you think that I'll think that you're a pussy. But that's just my opinion." She shrugged and listened to him."And that's because no one ever does or ever will care what I have to say. They only care about how pretty I look dancing up there." She said nodding her head towards the stage. She started rubbing the small wound, making sure not to make it worse. "No thank you, your services will no longer be needed. You should probably take a seat or you'll hurt your knee more." She said patting the seat next to her.
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 13, 2008 0:05:14 GMT -5
"If people don't listen to you when you speak then how would I know that your dancing has no emotion you're supposed to fix...let see what else did you babble about...oh yea...when you were twelve tore a ligament still performed the The Nutcracker." he gave a triumphant smirk and sat down, rubbing his knee. "I'm not the macho type of guy, believe me, I've hit myself to many times moving instruments around." he smiled, looking at her ankle. "And I am sure you dance wonderfully, but so far, I haven't seen anything to impress me." Sid raised a brow, examining her, he wasn't one in being so blunt, but he wasn't playing games at the moment anyways.
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Post by Jacqueline Girard on Sept 13, 2008 0:17:12 GMT -5
"I know that my dancing has no emotion because that's what's keeping me back from going to Paris. And probably the reason my dancing has no emotion is because it isn't my dream, it's my mom's. And I wrecked my mom's dream, so her way of feeling complete is through me." Jac explained to him. She understood the whole situation and always would. Jac looked at his knee. "It just looks like a black and blue mark, you won't die but I'm afraid I have to tell you now that mini skirts don't look good with a marked up knee." Jac joked. Jac raised a caramel eyebrow. "That's because that was meant to be a pa de deux. Therefore minus the other person, half of the moves you can't perform correctly. So, if you knew anything about ballet, you would know that what I just did was pretty amazing for a dance that is supposed to be with a man holding my waist so I don't kill myself in the process." Jac smirked, everything she had said was brutally true.
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 13, 2008 0:24:28 GMT -5
Sid looked at his knee and shrugged, he had had a lot worst, this was nothing, a bruise, just like she mentioned. "Enlighten me then Jac, I do not know anything about dancing, I play my guitar and sing, that is my passion and one of the reasons I am here. You claim you have no emotion, but I seem to differ, your personality shows plenty of emotion, your babbling for example, giving more information that is needed, that shows a lot. But..." he hesitated, standing up and offering her his hand. "Perhaps I can help you, so you can show me what you mean that what you did was actually amazing, and that emotion you are lacking..." he smiled, meaning no harm to his childish flirting.
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Post by Jacqueline Girard on Sept 13, 2008 0:33:40 GMT -5
Jac looked at him like he was crazy but then narrowed her eyes. "Fine, I'll teach you something about ballet, if you can keep up that is." Jac retied her pointe shoes and took his hand and dragged him up onto the stage. As she searched through the songs she talked, "The song that I was performing was the song where the evil swan is pretending to be the good swan so she can seduce the prince. Now the evil swan's dance style is different. Her dancing is seductive, it's sexier and it's also quicker and more challenging." She found the song and clicked on the play button and then walked back to him. "Now, put your hand arm right below my ribs." She said pointing to the spot on her tank top where her ribs stuck out a little and led to her near six-pack stomach. "This will support me when I go into a 180 degree arabesque. Do you understand any of this?" She asked him.
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 13, 2008 0:44:07 GMT -5
Sid allowed Jac to lead him onto the stage, trying hard not to smirk "Swan Lake, very nice..." trying not to sound like he actually knew the performance. Damn Lena and making him go to all her residuals and making him practice with her. Placing his hands around her, slightly above her ribs so he could cop a field more easily, he finally smirked as her back faced him "here?" still playing dumb, he knew exactly what he had to do, but this was to much fun to resist. "Please don't speak to me like a child, I know what I'm doing..." he laughed, lowering his hands to exactly the place she wanted them, a firm grip around her, ready to lift her up to the sound of the music, his expertise.
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Post by Jacqueline Girard on Sept 13, 2008 0:53:11 GMT -5
Jac counted off in her head, this was the part where both of them were supposed to be dancing together but she only needed him for the parts where she could really hurt herself. Like in the arabesque, the 32 fouettes, and the lifts. "Yeah that's good. So, when I kick you in the gut because you don't know what you're doing it's all on you. Ok, wait now just keep holding there." She said as she rose onto pointe and slowly lifted her leg so her legs made a straight line, one leg in the air. She made sure not to hit him. "Now, slowly walk around in a circle with me, make sure my one foot on pointe never leaves this spot." She told him. "And if you mess up and my toe on pointe leaves this spot, most likely my back will break because I'm supporting 108 pounds on one toe."
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Post by Sid Phillips on Sept 13, 2008 1:01:32 GMT -5
Once again Sid rolled his eyes, he did know what he was doing, but gulped just to give it that dramatic effect. "Since you put it that way." his grip was a little firmer than before, doing exactly what she said. He was quickly getting bored and his guitar was screaming to be played, but he couldn't give up the opportunity to hit on a hot girl, and touch her as well, damn dancers, they got it so easy sometimes. "Like this?" he asked stupidly, knowing he was doing it correctly, he wasn't going to drop her, he did that enough with his best friend to know what a woman's wrath was all about. At the right moment, without her telling him, he lifted her up ever so gently with no problem, placing her back down onto her toe, still supporting all her one hundred and eight pounds, which he felt were like nothing.
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Post by Jacqueline Girard on Sept 13, 2008 1:13:20 GMT -5
Jac nodded as he correctly followed her instructions. "See, that was warm up. Still dangerous and still not very common to see a ballerina who can do that. Only those with amazing leg extensions can even attempt it." Jac explained to him. "Now, since you proved that you won't drop me, this is the test that separates the balerinas from the prima ballerinas. Only one person in history was ever able to pull it off perfectly in a show of The Swan Lake and that was Natasha Makarova. You're not even allowed to attempt this unless you've taken ballet for 11 or more years. Now, if I hit you this time it's my fault for being off beat. Still hold me at that exact same place." She instructed him and rose up on pointe again. She started off in what looked like a pirouette at first, except she didn't stop. It was a fast whipping motion with her right leg that was called a fouette. She did 32 fouettes not stopping as she focused her eyes on the door to the performance hall so she wouldn't get dizzy. When she was done she slowly did a pirouette and landed perfectly back on the stage. "Well, I didn't hit you. That's always a good thing." Jac said as she removed his arms from her ribs and walked to the side of the stage where her dance bag lay. She started to unlace the ribbons and placed a pair of comfortable flip flops on her feet, acting completely calm about the fact that what she'd just done was one of the hardest things to do in ballet.
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