we're born kinetic [open]
WHO: Ryan and anyone else. So, OPEN.
WHERE: Ryan's dance studio.
WHEN: Monday, March 15th. Either noon to 3 (Intermediate) or 3 to 5 (beginner). :]
WARNINGS: I'm going to be using weird-ass dance terms that I don't always explain. Fair warning.
SUMMARY: We're having a dance party, guys. And by that I mean that Ryan kind of. Gives his address out to anyone because he lives above the dance studio. You should come and take a dance class. :]
FORMAT: Whatever you'd like. I just default to paragraphs because I'm weird.
He had been up, like usual, since 7. Today was not one of the days that it took effort to drag himself out of bed - he had, for some reason, woke up to a bird singing at his window. It was a little too Disney Princess (or Olivia Newton John) for his tastes but hey. It was so much harder to bitch about the lemons than to squeeze them into lemonade. Not that Ryan would ever, in a million years, actually work for his food when he could just sing a pretty little tune and make it appear. It kept the music occupied and out of his hair, in any case.
Which was why, before his classes began he was sitting in the studio and eating lunch. The stereo was blasting music and Ryan was half-singing along as he ate his salad and waited for students (or observers, which happened far more frequently than one would assume) to filter in.
[ooc: a) I need to take a nap soon, I'll tag back in um. Four or five hours. b) this is kind of free-for-all. Just have fun. IT'S A DANCE PARTY, I FORBID YOU TO BE ANYTHING BUT FULL OF FUN.]
WHERE: Ryan's dance studio.
WHEN: Monday, March 15th. Either noon to 3 (Intermediate) or 3 to 5 (beginner). :]
WARNINGS: I'm going to be using weird-ass dance terms that I don't always explain. Fair warning.
SUMMARY: We're having a dance party, guys. And by that I mean that Ryan kind of. Gives his address out to anyone because he lives above the dance studio. You should come and take a dance class. :]
FORMAT: Whatever you'd like. I just default to paragraphs because I'm weird.
He had been up, like usual, since 7. Today was not one of the days that it took effort to drag himself out of bed - he had, for some reason, woke up to a bird singing at his window. It was a little too Disney Princess (or Olivia Newton John) for his tastes but hey. It was so much harder to bitch about the lemons than to squeeze them into lemonade. Not that Ryan would ever, in a million years, actually work for his food when he could just sing a pretty little tune and make it appear. It kept the music occupied and out of his hair, in any case.
Which was why, before his classes began he was sitting in the studio and eating lunch. The stereo was blasting music and Ryan was half-singing along as he ate his salad and waited for students (or observers, which happened far more frequently than one would assume) to filter in.
[ooc: a) I need to take a nap soon, I'll tag back in um. Four or five hours. b) this is kind of free-for-all. Just have fun. IT'S A DANCE PARTY, I FORBID YOU TO BE ANYTHING BUT FULL OF FUN.]