Justin Dance Class
So mel_b_angel this is for you! Hope it cheers you up!
Everybody else: I promised this cause Mel was having a bad day. (If you know her, go spam her LJ with Zach Gilford and Jensen Ackles pics - it'll make her smile). And gimlisgloin expressed an interest so I figured I may as well stick it here.
Just silliness that totally was a way of me NOT writing the Friday Nights Fic I should have been writing. OH WELL.
Matt Saracen (FNL), Dean Winchester (SPN), Sam (REAPER) and Michael Scofield (PRISON BREAK) attend Justin's dance class. Vaguely spoilery for latest FNL eps.
Now Mel (and you) may assume that is Justin Timberlake. That is what Mel wanted. You may all be right. I'm not really into RP fic but...anything for you Mel!
Matt paused at the door, resting his hand next to the bright red letters that said “JUSTIN’S DANCE SKOOL.” Maybe he didn’t have to do this. Maybe he could just tell Mrs Coach that he’d attended the class, and then when the actual dance fundraiser came around, get Carlotta to help him.
Although that wasn’t really the kind of dancing he wanted to be doing with Carlotta. Mrs Coach would find out too. She had powers that way.
Matt pushed the door open and wandered into the studio, resigning himself to an hour of feeling stupid. The studio walls were freshly painted beige and there was a big mirror taking up one wall. Everything looked expensive and well taken care of.
The other wall, the one nearest Matt, was taken up by three guys. They didn’t really look like the type to take a dance class.
One of them was standing there in a leather jacket, talking to a really tall guy who laughed, clapped him on the shoulder and ran out of there as fast as he could. The guy shouted, “Sam, you get back here!” He then waved his hands and said several curse words Matt hadn’t heard before. And Matt had heard a lot of locker room cursing. A lot.
Matt exchanged glances with the guy next to him. He was thin, athletic; he was the type to take dance classes. Except for the tattoos poking out from under his shirt. Matt didn’t associate tattoos with dancing. Tattoo Guy was surveying the whole room, checking doors and windows with his eyes. He even knocked on the wall then pressed his ear to it. Strange.
The fourth guy grinned and nodded when he saw Matt. “Hey dude. I’m Sam,” he said. Which was confusing, ‘cause the guy who just ran out was also called Sam.
“Hey. I’m Matt,” Matt said, and shook his hand.
“Why’re you here?” Sam said, scuffing his feet along the floor.
“I’m, I’m kinda, on a team ‘n the Coach’s wife, she told me I had to,” Matt said. “You?”
“Devil made me,” Sam said, and laughed.
Matt didn’t get the joke but he joined in the laughter anyway.
The door swung open and Justin walked in. He was graceful, Matt had to give him that. He strutted across the room as if he was walking in time to some music only he could hear.
“Hey guys,” Justin said. “Y’all ready?”
The four of them murmured quietly and Justin frowned.
“Hey. Y’all ready?” Louder cries greeted him and Justin chuckled. “Let’s start by introducing ourselves, I’m Justin. I’ll be taking this class today, and today we’ll be doing hip hop moves to Timbaland, The Way I Are.” He punctuated this by spinning around on the spot and wiggling his shoulders. “Y’all know that song?”
Matt mumbled that he did indeed know that song. The guy with the friend who’d left made a face as if he had no idea what Justin was talking about, then blatantly checked over his own reflection in the mirror.
All four of them edged their way to the back of the room. It seemed like Matt wasn’t the only one who didn’t really want to be there. Justin smiled encouragingly and nodded toward Matt. “And you are?” Oh no. Matt had to go first.
“Hey,” Matt said, glancing up and around the room, then lowering his head again and staring at his toes. “I’m Matt.”
Justin’s gaze moved onto Tattoo Guy. Tattoo Guy whispered something that none of them could hear.
“I’m sorry?” Justin said.
Tattooed guy whispered again, and this time Matt heard it, “I’m Michael.”
Justin evidently still hadn’t heard. “You are?”
“He’s Michael,” Matt chipped in, feeling like this could take some time. He wanted to get this over with.
“Cool tatts Michael,” the guy next to Michael said approvingly. “I’m Dean.” He flashed a grin at them all and shucked off his jacket, tossing it to the back. It landed exactly on top of a black bag that was sat there.
“I’m Sam,” said Sam, waving and smiling.
“Let’s get started!” Justin said, and pressed play on a small cassette player. Music flooded the room. Justin started stepping from side to side. At first it was easy, 1, 2 left, 1, 2 right. Then Justin did a bob with his knees and somehow turned himself around. Okay, Matt could do that. Then there were hands to do too, in time with his feet.
Justin managed to make the hand moves seem smooth and flowing.
Matt looked like he was getting electrocuted. He glanced around at the other guys. They weren’t faring much better. Michael was doing okay, earnestly frowning and counting to himself, taking it all very seriously. Dean was assing around making faces, and when Matt caught his eye he grinned and winked. He evidently didn’t care much how he did. Sam was good. Which was kinda annoying.
The lights flickered and Justin froze. He hit the pause button on his cassette player. “Sorry y’all. It’s been doing that a lot. Weird 'cause everything's brand new.” He stared up at the light as if he expected it to go out at any second.
“Does it get cold too?” Dean asked.
“And does anyone act weird?” Sam said. “Or maybe is around who died a long while ago?”
Michael mumbled something but none of them could work out what. He pointed at the light and this time Matt heard something “wiring” something.
“You can fix it?” Matt said.
Michael nodded. “Sure,” he whispered.
Justin waved. “Don’t sweat that. Sweat from the moves!” He gave a wink that said he knew it was a bad joke. Somehow he got away with it, he was the kind of guy who was cool no matter what he did. “As long as it stays on for the class. We’ll learn the full eight count.”
They all dutifully followed Justin’s moves. He shouted out improvements as they went along. “More hips Matt! Sway those hips!” “Dean, pointing your fingers like a gun is not what I meant!” “Sam, good work!” “Michael, stop staring at the window!”
Then Justin did some kind of body roll and paused. “We gotta break this one down. Move your hips forward as you bring your shoulders in. Shoulders IN Dean. And Matt, hips FORWARD.”
The light flickered again and Justin frowned but repeated the move. Dean waved toward it. “Seriously, dude, I’m gonna go out the back and check this out for you.”
Michael nodded violently and whispered loudly, “I’ll accompany you.”
“No man, you stay here.” Dean raised his hand.
Sam meanwhile was drawing a pair of legwarmers out of his bag. They all looked set to desert Matt and take off, when the lights flickered and went out completely.
They came back on a few seconds later and a guy stood in the middle of the room, wearing a brown coat.
“Hey,” Justin said. “You’re the janitor here right? Could you look at the-“
The guy made a strange hissing noise with his teeth, then all hell broke loose. Dean dived for his bag and drew out a gun and in the meantime Sam ran toward the guy and tried to strangle him with his legwarmers. Matt pressed himself into the wall. They looked they had it covered. No way Matt was gonna get involved.
The janitor started making spluttering noises and Matt would swear that he was vanishing in front of his eyes. Then Dean unloaded four rounds into him and he disappeared into the ether.
“What the fuck was that?” Michael shouted, and it was so loud and unexpected they all jumped. “I’m only here to check the class out for L.J.!”
“Best you don’t know,” Dean said. He turned to Sam. “Legwarmers? Really dude?”
“Gift from the devil,” Sam said proudly. They shook hands and wandered off. Matt heard them talking about devils and demons and contracts as they left.
Justin was clutching his chest. When Matt looked over he pulled himself straight. “Next eight count?” Justin said feebly.
Matt chuckled. “Sure, why not?”
Dancing had to be a lot less scary than whatever the hell that had been.
**
JUST SILLINESS BUT MEL I HOPE YOU LIKED (and anyone else crazy enough to read my randomness, hee *hearts;)
Everybody else: I promised this cause Mel was having a bad day. (If you know her, go spam her LJ with Zach Gilford and Jensen Ackles pics - it'll make her smile). And gimlisgloin expressed an interest so I figured I may as well stick it here.
Just silliness that totally was a way of me NOT writing the Friday Nights Fic I should have been writing. OH WELL.
Matt Saracen (FNL), Dean Winchester (SPN), Sam (REAPER) and Michael Scofield (PRISON BREAK) attend Justin's dance class. Vaguely spoilery for latest FNL eps.
Now Mel (and you) may assume that is Justin Timberlake. That is what Mel wanted. You may all be right. I'm not really into RP fic but...anything for you Mel!
Matt paused at the door, resting his hand next to the bright red letters that said “JUSTIN’S DANCE SKOOL.” Maybe he didn’t have to do this. Maybe he could just tell Mrs Coach that he’d attended the class, and then when the actual dance fundraiser came around, get Carlotta to help him.
Although that wasn’t really the kind of dancing he wanted to be doing with Carlotta. Mrs Coach would find out too. She had powers that way.
Matt pushed the door open and wandered into the studio, resigning himself to an hour of feeling stupid. The studio walls were freshly painted beige and there was a big mirror taking up one wall. Everything looked expensive and well taken care of.
The other wall, the one nearest Matt, was taken up by three guys. They didn’t really look like the type to take a dance class.
One of them was standing there in a leather jacket, talking to a really tall guy who laughed, clapped him on the shoulder and ran out of there as fast as he could. The guy shouted, “Sam, you get back here!” He then waved his hands and said several curse words Matt hadn’t heard before. And Matt had heard a lot of locker room cursing. A lot.
Matt exchanged glances with the guy next to him. He was thin, athletic; he was the type to take dance classes. Except for the tattoos poking out from under his shirt. Matt didn’t associate tattoos with dancing. Tattoo Guy was surveying the whole room, checking doors and windows with his eyes. He even knocked on the wall then pressed his ear to it. Strange.
The fourth guy grinned and nodded when he saw Matt. “Hey dude. I’m Sam,” he said. Which was confusing, ‘cause the guy who just ran out was also called Sam.
“Hey. I’m Matt,” Matt said, and shook his hand.
“Why’re you here?” Sam said, scuffing his feet along the floor.
“I’m, I’m kinda, on a team ‘n the Coach’s wife, she told me I had to,” Matt said. “You?”
“Devil made me,” Sam said, and laughed.
Matt didn’t get the joke but he joined in the laughter anyway.
The door swung open and Justin walked in. He was graceful, Matt had to give him that. He strutted across the room as if he was walking in time to some music only he could hear.
“Hey guys,” Justin said. “Y’all ready?”
The four of them murmured quietly and Justin frowned.
“Hey. Y’all ready?” Louder cries greeted him and Justin chuckled. “Let’s start by introducing ourselves, I’m Justin. I’ll be taking this class today, and today we’ll be doing hip hop moves to Timbaland, The Way I Are.” He punctuated this by spinning around on the spot and wiggling his shoulders. “Y’all know that song?”
Matt mumbled that he did indeed know that song. The guy with the friend who’d left made a face as if he had no idea what Justin was talking about, then blatantly checked over his own reflection in the mirror.
All four of them edged their way to the back of the room. It seemed like Matt wasn’t the only one who didn’t really want to be there. Justin smiled encouragingly and nodded toward Matt. “And you are?” Oh no. Matt had to go first.
“Hey,” Matt said, glancing up and around the room, then lowering his head again and staring at his toes. “I’m Matt.”
Justin’s gaze moved onto Tattoo Guy. Tattoo Guy whispered something that none of them could hear.
“I’m sorry?” Justin said.
Tattooed guy whispered again, and this time Matt heard it, “I’m Michael.”
Justin evidently still hadn’t heard. “You are?”
“He’s Michael,” Matt chipped in, feeling like this could take some time. He wanted to get this over with.
“Cool tatts Michael,” the guy next to Michael said approvingly. “I’m Dean.” He flashed a grin at them all and shucked off his jacket, tossing it to the back. It landed exactly on top of a black bag that was sat there.
“I’m Sam,” said Sam, waving and smiling.
“Let’s get started!” Justin said, and pressed play on a small cassette player. Music flooded the room. Justin started stepping from side to side. At first it was easy, 1, 2 left, 1, 2 right. Then Justin did a bob with his knees and somehow turned himself around. Okay, Matt could do that. Then there were hands to do too, in time with his feet.
Justin managed to make the hand moves seem smooth and flowing.
Matt looked like he was getting electrocuted. He glanced around at the other guys. They weren’t faring much better. Michael was doing okay, earnestly frowning and counting to himself, taking it all very seriously. Dean was assing around making faces, and when Matt caught his eye he grinned and winked. He evidently didn’t care much how he did. Sam was good. Which was kinda annoying.
The lights flickered and Justin froze. He hit the pause button on his cassette player. “Sorry y’all. It’s been doing that a lot. Weird 'cause everything's brand new.” He stared up at the light as if he expected it to go out at any second.
“Does it get cold too?” Dean asked.
“And does anyone act weird?” Sam said. “Or maybe is around who died a long while ago?”
Michael mumbled something but none of them could work out what. He pointed at the light and this time Matt heard something “wiring” something.
“You can fix it?” Matt said.
Michael nodded. “Sure,” he whispered.
Justin waved. “Don’t sweat that. Sweat from the moves!” He gave a wink that said he knew it was a bad joke. Somehow he got away with it, he was the kind of guy who was cool no matter what he did. “As long as it stays on for the class. We’ll learn the full eight count.”
They all dutifully followed Justin’s moves. He shouted out improvements as they went along. “More hips Matt! Sway those hips!” “Dean, pointing your fingers like a gun is not what I meant!” “Sam, good work!” “Michael, stop staring at the window!”
Then Justin did some kind of body roll and paused. “We gotta break this one down. Move your hips forward as you bring your shoulders in. Shoulders IN Dean. And Matt, hips FORWARD.”
The light flickered again and Justin frowned but repeated the move. Dean waved toward it. “Seriously, dude, I’m gonna go out the back and check this out for you.”
Michael nodded violently and whispered loudly, “I’ll accompany you.”
“No man, you stay here.” Dean raised his hand.
Sam meanwhile was drawing a pair of legwarmers out of his bag. They all looked set to desert Matt and take off, when the lights flickered and went out completely.
They came back on a few seconds later and a guy stood in the middle of the room, wearing a brown coat.
“Hey,” Justin said. “You’re the janitor here right? Could you look at the-“
The guy made a strange hissing noise with his teeth, then all hell broke loose. Dean dived for his bag and drew out a gun and in the meantime Sam ran toward the guy and tried to strangle him with his legwarmers. Matt pressed himself into the wall. They looked they had it covered. No way Matt was gonna get involved.
The janitor started making spluttering noises and Matt would swear that he was vanishing in front of his eyes. Then Dean unloaded four rounds into him and he disappeared into the ether.
“What the fuck was that?” Michael shouted, and it was so loud and unexpected they all jumped. “I’m only here to check the class out for L.J.!”
“Best you don’t know,” Dean said. He turned to Sam. “Legwarmers? Really dude?”
“Gift from the devil,” Sam said proudly. They shook hands and wandered off. Matt heard them talking about devils and demons and contracts as they left.
Justin was clutching his chest. When Matt looked over he pulled himself straight. “Next eight count?” Justin said feebly.
Matt chuckled. “Sure, why not?”
Dancing had to be a lot less scary than whatever the hell that had been.
**
JUST SILLINESS BUT MEL I HOPE YOU LIKED (and anyone else crazy enough to read my randomness, hee *hearts;)