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[justabreeze]

Who: Breanah Davis and anyone who wants to interrupt
What: Self dance party
Where: Auditorium, the stage to be more exact
Rating: PG

Breanah looked around the darkened stage. It looked empty and the auditorium had sounded quiet, save for her light footsteps as she made her way to the light box. Slowly, Breanah brought up the stage lights and poked her

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[morbidbubbles]

Tina had been scouring remote places all over the school in order to send a simple text message to Artie. It wasn't until she ended up backstage in the auditorium that she finally had a sliver of acceptable reception. As the message finally sent, she was about to exclaim a triumphant YES when some unfamiliar music caught her attention.

Wandering forward in one of the wings to peek at the stage as curiosity overwhelmed her, Tina realized she was now spying on someone's personal dance practice. As she began to turn around to try and leave quietly, despite how interesting the girl's performance was, Tina's phone suddenly chimed LOUDLY with the arrival of delayed text messages.

[justabreeze]

Breanah stopped midtwirl and looked to find where the noise came from. She took a step forward and brushed loose strands out of her face before facing who interrupted her.

"Um..hi" Breanah said, stretching one of her legs behind her. "I didn't realize someone was here. It was empty when I came in" she continued, heading over to turn off the music.

[morbidbubbles]

"S-s-s-sorry!" Tina stammered, pressing various buttons on her phone to try and turn the volume down. "I was just t-trying to get some c-c-cell reception - I didn't find any until I got back here." She pointed further back behind the waiting wings of the stage. "I-I'm really sorry, I didn't realize anyone was here either til I heard your m-music."

The shy girl paused awkwardly, one arm wrapped around her side and the other hanging down as she tried to figure out whether she should leave or say something else. As the dancer began to approach the stereo, Tina sputtered. "Oh, d-dont. It's ..nice."

[justabreeze]

"Oh no, its fine. This school has terrible reception" Breanah said quickly, sliding her shoes back on. "Normally I don't dance in auditoriums, its some weird stage fright thing I've got going on." she pulled her hair out of the ponytail and ran her fingers through it to flatten part of the bump.

Breanah watched her, unsure of what to say next. "Its from a ballet called Petrouchka, I understand none of the story but the music is just really pretty" she smiled. "I'm Breanah by the way"