Dance Academy discussion

Where Ballet and other classical performances are practiced

Tara walks into the room. Her white duffle bag is on her shoulders. She smiles as she stretches.

Olivia walked in, quickly gathering her hair into a bun and stretching, looking over at Tara and the others, grimacing. She had always disliked ballet. To much concentration, too little pay off.

Tara gathers her hair into a bun. She looks over at Olivia. Then she reties her ballet shoes.

Olivia held onto a bar and shakily went onto pointe, breathing slowly and heavily a she looked over at Tara nervously.

Tara got up and went over to a bar. She point her toes. She closes her eyes. Breathing.

Sydney walked in, smoothing her pale pink pea coat as she spoke to Miss Raine, her hair in a low braided bun, her wet sneakers squeaking on the oak floor. Miss Raine nodded and cleared her throat, turning to the group.

Tara stood normally and looked at Miss Raine. She waited for her to speak.

Miss Raine let her eyes sweep across the students. "Good morning students, and welcome to a new year at the Academy." she paused. "Today, I would like to introduce to you Miss Sydney Knightley," she gestured to the petite girl next to her, who waved shyly. "Since you are our advanced class, you are able to audition for the Royal Ballet Company's newest show, choreographed and directed by her, directed by Sebastian Karamakov. It features young, upcomers like yourselves," she nodded. "Come speak to her to sign up if you are interested,"

Tara waited for a few girls to go up first. She waited in the line.

She signed the girls onto the list, looking up with a kind, polite smile up to Tara, as she was next. "Hi!" she smiled, her voice quiet and sweet.

"hi," Tara says in her Aussie accent. "I'm Tara."

She responded in a similar accent, looking up at her and holding up her clipboard. "I'm Sydney." she scrawled Tara's name in loopy cursive. "Last name?"

"Webster," she says. She watches her write her name down.


(it was something like that right?)

(IT's Webster, yeah! :) ))
"Great! We will meet in here tonight at eighteen-hundred. If you want to audition for a lead role, you should have an audition ready," she nodded. "Anything else?"

"nothing that I know of. Thank you," she says as she walks away.

She nodded, turning to another girl. Christian ran in, his hair a mess and his gray thin hoodie curled up on itself in the back. His bag hit the door behind him as it swung shut, and he cut in line to sign up before running up to Tara, leaning on the wall in front of her, noting she hadn't changed much over the summer. "Hey Training Bra. Miss me?" he laughed.

(are we going from when she first arrives?)

(Oh. I was going from when she and Christian are a couple. I can change it if you want)

(oh they go out? No don't change it. I'm on episode 19 of first season)

((Wow already?? Yeah..they started in the second season i think))

(ok so where are we starting then?)

((oh no I just re-read about it. They broke up, though they both have feelings for each other. I changed it.))

"no," she says quickly in her accent. "you miss me?" she was in her navy blue leotard. She pushes his arm off.

(Never mind she doesn't push his arm off. )

He laughed, choosing not to answer as he smiled and took his arm off of her like she was molten hot, shrugging his bag onto a bench and stripping his rain streaked hoodie off, removing his shoes so he stood in his gray tights and white tee, his dark hair somehow turning itself perfect in the process.

Tara looked away from him. She undid her bun and redid it. She looked at the floor as she did it then she looked up.

He crossed his arms over his chest, having beefed up a bit over the summer, yet he was dissapointed that it didn't seem to show, probably due to his height. He ran a hand through his hair and watched her. "So how've you been?"

"good," she says. "how about you?" she picks up her duffle and sets it down on a bench. She starts to stretch.

He pulled his foot up, beginning to do the same, his eyes on her steadily. He shrugged, nearly falling. "Oh fine I guess." he half- grinned that her then decided not to, looking away from her.

Tara keeps stretching until Miss Raine starts the class. She stands still and listens. She looks at Miss Raine.

"Today," she said, in her uptight, formal voice. "We will be reviewing simple moves and technique. I expect to spend one day and one day only on this," she said, clapping her hands together. "Plea, please." she commanded.

Tara does a plea. She tries to do a perfect one. She focuses.

"Very good Tara," she commented as she walked her. "Passe," she then commanded, watching others slowly snap to form with her hawk-like eyes.

Tara let her breathe out. She went into a passé position.

It was then that Christian, from his position behind her, crashed into her, knocking her to the floor and landing on top of her, grunting.

"Ow," she says. Tara looks at him. She had hit her head on the ground. Not enough to make her unconcious but made her head hurt.

He scrambled away to his knees, his eyes wide. From her spot behind the kneeling boy, another girl gasped. "Tara..your..your forehead." Miss Raine came running over, gasping

"What?" She asked. Tara looked at them.

"Christian, take her to the nurse. Hurry!" she yelled as he shook from his daze and took her arm, slowly picking her up. There were red splats all over the floor. "You have a big gash.." he said, struggling to make her move and pull her from the room.

She touches her forehead and looks at her hand. It was covered in blood now. Tara looks at Christian.

(is he carrying her or is she walking?)

His arm wrapped around the back of her, supporting her full weight as he gently moved, his large worried eyes on her in a question of concern.

Kat walked into the hall her bag slung over shoulder

Sydney waved at her enthusiastically, having stayed with their family since she was a child in between tours with Kat's father. "Hey Kat! Would you like to audition?" she asked, showing her the clipboard with an already long list.

"what is it for?" she asked "but I might as well"

She smiled winningly, scrawling her name down in calligraphy worthy handwriting. "My new show I'm directing and choreographing. Your father is producing it. I'm surprised he hasn't mentioned it to you," she finished, her expression saddening a little.

"Since it's yours I will. What's it about"

She tucked her hair behind her ear. "It's a dark twist on the classic swan lake. And I'm incorporating a more contemporary feel as well," she smiled meekly. "I was hoping Ethan would audition, but I haven't seen him round..."

"I think he might have the Measles but anyway what are the roles?"