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Post by Thayer Jaime Gallager-Hart on Feb 24, 2012 20:35:10 GMT -5
Thayer walked into the school studio and he couldn’t believe his eyes. It was one of the most beautiful dance studios he has ever seen. As he thinks back on his adoptive mother and her amazing dances. He then thinks on her last performance as Clara in the Nutcracker how beautiful she looked and how amazing she was. Thayer walked around scouting the room, looking for somewhere where he could put his I-Pod and play his music. He walked around admiring the studio as he found a place to play his music. He takes out his I-Pod and hooks it up on the sound system and puts on his music. He puts on Pixie Lott’s “Cry Me Out” as he then sits on the floor to put on his ballet shoes as he heads towards the bars as he holds on to them and awaits the song to start.
The song starts and Thayer is standing in fourth position and then practices his Adagio, a position requiring him to go many times on his toes. As he does this, many memories of his adoptive mother goes through his mind and he sees images of her Dancing and everything leading to her death. He continues to practice the Adagio as he tries to perfect it and does it the best he can. Thayer finds himself so in sync with the music and the thought of his adoptive mother that he was in the middle of the studio, away from the bars and doing an entire routine, lost in the music and his taught and everything around him. Not realizing what or who is around him.
As he dances and thinks about his adoptive mother a clear tear can be seen falling from his left cheek. He felt proud, he felt like he was making his adoptive mother proud, that she was right there with him in the studio, watching his every move, guiding him through everything. Then in the corner of his eye, he sees a woman like figure, but her face was blurred and then he taught his real mother, what would she think, would she be proud of him, would she help him with his powers. Would she even love him. Thayer just found himself lost in his taught and his dance.
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Post by musiclover on Mar 6, 2012 21:59:15 GMT -5
Kyle sat back and watched as the dance class warmed up and then went into their routine. Okay, let's see if there's anything we can use in the production, the man thought to himself. Presently, he noticed one of the boys who was dancing well, but also seemed to be deep in though. He's really good. Maybe I could get him to join our production or have him help us with the choreography, he thought. It was certainly something to look into. Despite the fact that ballet wasn't quite his thing, he soon found himself immersed in the number.
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Post by Thayer Jaime Gallager-Hart on Mar 6, 2012 22:25:14 GMT -5
Thayer continued his routine lost in his thoughts and remembering all that was happy in his life. His Mother, Harmony, the good is all he remembered. It felt like he has done this routine for years but he just went through the motions, knowing what to moves to do right after the other. The music slowly subdued and Thayer finished up his routine perfectly. He slowly opened his eyes noticing everyone in the class. It shocked him a bit; he was so far into his dancing he never noticed anyone else in the room. The dance teacher signaled that the class was over so Thayer went over to get his bag. He noticed the Drama teacher; he was curious what he was doing here. Thayer hasn’t attended any of the Drama Classes, but he figured it was the first week he couldn’t get in trouble for skipping so early on.
Thayer went over to his bags as he pulled out a towel out of his bag and dried up his forehead a bit. He was a bit sweaty, not a lot but enough to dry off. He looked over and noticed a classmate looking at him. It was this kid called Carlos. He was walking over, he seemed friendly, Carlos cracked a smile and then started talking to Thayer. Carlos: “You looked really good out there”. Thayer just smiled a bit and told Carlos thank you. Thayer kind of wanted to avoid him but Carlos seem persistent. Carlos then told him about this place called LA Fever, Carlos played guitar there regularly. Though Thayer had better things to do than go there. It seemed Carlos was asking him out but Thayer ignored him a bit and was getting ready to leave.
Thayer quickly threw his stuff in his bag as he changed his shirt and threw his bag over his shoulder and was heading towards the door but then he suddenly heard someone calling him. This time it wasn’t Carlos. He then turned around to see who it was.
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Post by musiclover on Mar 7, 2012 11:41:50 GMT -5
Seeing that the boy was about to leave, Kyle quickly called out the name he had heard one of the other kids call him. Even though he worked with the dance students numerous times, they constantly had kids transferring in and out of the class, which sometimes made it difficult to remember the students' names. However, this didn't appear to be one of those times.
"Thayer, I'm glad I caught you," Kyle stated. "I've been working with the kids on our production of Romeo and Juliet, but the dance portion is giving us a bit of trouble," he admitted. "Now, if we were doing this the traditional way, it'd be a little easier for me to fix given that I had to take dance classes myself when I was going for my major and I remember the classes quite well. However, we're doing a rock interpretation and I'm afraid I'm a bit in over my head," he stated. Well, here goes nothing, he thought blowing out a breath. "Would you mind helping us out with choreography?" he asked.
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Post by Thayer Jaime Gallager-Hart on Mar 12, 2012 6:32:40 GMT -5
Thayer looked at Mr. Reardon a bit overwhelmed; this was a great opportunity for him. Something obviously he couldn’t refuse. Such an offer was never handed to him just like that. His adoptive mother would have been so proud of him. If she ever saw how he grew up, how he is doing with his dancing. “I would love to help Mr. Reardon. Thank you so much for this opportunity”
Thayer was completely overjoyed and just couldn’t help himself, he was going out tonight. Have a drink or two, maybe he should go to LA Fever and celebrate his new job opportunity he thought to himself. He lifted his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the dance studio then quickly turning around and looking at Mr. Reardon. “I promise you, I won’t let you down”. Thayer walked out the door closing the door behind him as he walked down the hall.
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Post by musiclover on Mar 12, 2012 13:18:21 GMT -5
Kyle waited for a few minutes, trying to gauge Thayer's reaction. The poor kid looked completely overwhelmed.
"Forgive me. I didn't mean to just dump this on you," he apologized.
"I would love to help Mr. Reardon. Thank you so much for this opportunity," Thayer replied. Kyle let out an internal sigh of relief. Thank goodness he had said yes. Though, he supposed he could've asked another student or somebody else on the faculty to give them a hand.
"You're welcome. Our next reharsal's tomrrow at three," he told the boy.
"I promise you, I won't you down." With that, the boy exited the classroom, closing the door behind him. Kyle glanced at his watch. Whoa. I better hustle,[/] he thought when he realized that he only had ten minutes to get to his next class---which was on the other side of the campus. He then quickly went back to the seat he had been sitting at, gathered up his his belongings, and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Then, he quickly ran down the hall, ignoring the surprised looks from students and teachers alike.
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