Just Dance
Characters: Mr. Bon Clay and anyone who would like to join him
Location: In the dance studio
Time: early afternoon-ish
Content: You're either here for dance auditions, or you're here to simply bother your neighborhood tranny.
Warnings: Really? It's Bon Clay. 'nuff said.
Format: Whatever your little heart desires.
It was a nice studio really. Spacious, with high ceilings and mirrored walls, it was very much like studios he grew up dancing in. Lightly resting his hand on the barre, he rolled up onto the box of his pointe shoes and bourréed across the length of the room. The small, swift steps carried him towards the sound system. It was state of the art really. Nevertheless, he didn't like it; not for ballet classes at least. Perhaps he would try to get a piano and a pianist in here someday. For now it would do.
Rolling back down onto the soles of his feet he sighed and plodded over to the stool he had placed on center at the front of the room. Hopefully there were enough talented students here for him to start a company class. If everything went smoothly, he might even take the time to plan a spring concert and perhaps a production of the Nutcracker for Christmas. The very thought made him grin broadly as he took a seat. The auditions would soon begin.
Location: In the dance studio
Time: early afternoon-ish
Content: You're either here for dance auditions, or you're here to simply bother your neighborhood tranny.
Warnings: Really? It's Bon Clay. 'nuff said.
Format: Whatever your little heart desires.
It was a nice studio really. Spacious, with high ceilings and mirrored walls, it was very much like studios he grew up dancing in. Lightly resting his hand on the barre, he rolled up onto the box of his pointe shoes and bourréed across the length of the room. The small, swift steps carried him towards the sound system. It was state of the art really. Nevertheless, he didn't like it; not for ballet classes at least. Perhaps he would try to get a piano and a pianist in here someday. For now it would do.
Rolling back down onto the soles of his feet he sighed and plodded over to the stool he had placed on center at the front of the room. Hopefully there were enough talented students here for him to start a company class. If everything went smoothly, he might even take the time to plan a spring concert and perhaps a production of the Nutcracker for Christmas. The very thought made him grin broadly as he took a seat. The auditions would soon begin.