Dancing through life... [If you can continue the song, ILU]

[lovesthedance]

Terry had a job.

Well, she always had a job--and it was weird to be able to say she worked as a dance teacher while she was still a dance student. The classes were a formality, really--she was only there so she'd have some credentials to flash. She knew dance, knew the shape of it and the color of it and the way movement and sound and rhythm all

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The trouble with school is, they always try to teach the wrong lessons...

[youthful_one]

Hebe was sitting on a bench, reading and listening to her own music, when she saw the woman dancing in the park. She grinned and tilted her head curiously, wondering what the woman was listening to.

♥♥♥ Believe me, I've been kicked out of enough of them to know...

[lovesthedance]

The song was heavily inspired by Vanessa Carlton, but it was an original work by the group Terry was working with. It inspired more than a few ballet-like moves throughout the duration. It was about seven and a half minutes, though Terry skipped back a few times to refine or change a movement.

Near the height of the song, the clip holding her MP3 player slipped off her belt, unable to hold on through so many moves, and she stumbled and fell without the music. She sighed and opened her eyes, spotting Hebe and grinning sheepishly.

Wicked is the best, and you are my favorite for working it in!

[youthful_one]

Hebe smiled and waved. "Nice dancing. Up until that last part, anyways." She laughed, "Are you alright?"

:D I love Wicked, and that song was so perfect for Terry, I had to!

[lovesthedance]

"Fine, I think, except for my ego," Terry said, standing and brushing grass off her. "Not like that was in the best shape to begin with." She grimaced. "It'll look better when I'm done. The--dance, I mean."

Skimming the surface, gliding where turf is smooth...

[balidanapriya]

There is a girl watching it all, standing beneath the shadow of a tree. She has the whole package of a goth chick- dramatic eyeliner, ripped fishnets on both her arms and her legs, a black t-shirt with a skull on it, a frilly black skirt, and shoes that can't possibly be comfortable- and she can't be more than seventeen.

She waits through the exchange between the dancer and the woman on the bench, then approaches the dancer as she starts to put her headphones back on and resume her dance.

The girl clears her throat- a courtesy to the dancer to announce her presence before she speaks. "I love to dance. Whatever you're doing, I'll help you in exchange for a sandwich."

((OOC: Posted three times because I'm a n00b. Sorry for spamming your inbox.))

♥♥♥ Life's more painless for the brainless...

[lovesthedance]

Terry turned to look at the girl, smiling. "It's, um. I got hired to choreograph this for a group. You do a lot of dance?" She was avoiding the issue of both help and payment--she'd pay if the girl needed a sandwich that badly, but she was pretty comfortable working the dance on her own.

[[ooc: No worries. :)]]

RE: Why think too hard when it's so soothing?

[balidanapriya]

The girl looks thoughtful for a moment. "Actually, to tell you the truth, I don't remember whether or not I do a lot of dance. I just have this feeling that I love it, and it seems familiar."

She rakes her fingers through her mess of disheveled red hair. "What you're doing seems-" She pauses to search for a word. "Graceful. Fluid, like water." She considers. "I think I dance more like fire- sharp and quick and jagged." She gives a slightly sheepish shrug. "Depending on what your group is looking for, the contrast of the two styles might make a really interesting piece."

Dancing through life, no need to tough it, when you can sluff it off as I do...

[lovesthedance]

"What do you mean, you don't remember?" Terry tilted her head to the side. "Are you okay?"

She nodded slowly, digesting the idea of combining the two dance styles. "You know, it might."