Arabesque (Spritz)

[BayMickey]

America grabbed the bar with her chalked hands, putting her right toe onto he left knee, keeping her balance on her left toe. "And down." America did as the instructor said. "Now, we are going to do some leaps. America, demonstrate please." America went to the corner of the room, 'shashaying' and putting both her legs into the air, toes pointed and legs straight. "Good, now everyone, one at a time." Other girls started leaping, America watching. She, as the assitant instructor, now a professional dancer. The main instructor gave America her time at the end of class like she always did. America clapped her hands. "Now it's time for fun, girls." America went to the middle of the room, motioning for everyone to sit down. "So, who knows what partner work is." Some of the eleven-year-olds raised their hands. "Okay, well at the recital, one of you will be doing partner work. With a boy!" America winked. "And I will too. But, don't make it into a competition, though it really is. Be nice, and dance your best." America looked at the clock. "Let's do some aerobests. Get into your spots." The girls walked to their spots, raising their left lef into the air, and standing on the tip of their pointe shoes.

[Spritz]

Pushing open the glass door of the building, Eric stepped inside, his dark eyes scanning around him. Heaving his duffel bag over his shoulder, he nodded to the others in the room, quickly entered the mens locker room. Stripping of his clothes, he changed into long black pants that were loose around his legs, and a white t shirt that pulled tightly across his muscled chest. Throwing his clothes into the bag, he stuffed it inside his locker and stepped out of the room, heading towards one of the smaller practice floors in the back. He passed a class of young girls, watching as they pranced about as gracefully as they could. There was a tall, attractive girl teaching the class, and Eric gave her a smile before heading out towards the lone floor.

[BayMickey]

America heard the door open, though she didn't adknowledge it. She pulled a little girl's leg up higher, making her wobble. America put her hand on the girl's core, making her sturdy. "There, keep it." She looked towards the door, seeing a guy walk in. "Hello there." America let go of the girl, her keeping the posture. "Great, Elizabeth." America looked back up at the young man. "I'm America. I'll be with you as soon as I'm done with her." She nodded in greeting. America then made her way back to the front of the room. "Okay, class. Meet the new teacher, Eric." She looked over to the new guy. News went around Fellom (the dance school) that a new guy teacher was coming, but no one knew for sure. Beside America and Mrs. Marcie, the two instructors.

[Spritz]

Eric sat down on one of the hard metal chairs in the back, leaning forward and watching the group. He looked up as the girl nodded at him, and watched as she fixed one of her student's position. Lowering his eyes, he glanced upwards as she came towards him, and stood, holding out his hand for her to shake. "Hi, I'm Eric. And yes, I'm new." He smiled.


(Not sure what to post yet.)

[BayMickey]

Deleted.

[Spritz]

(Should he be new, or experienced. Maybe he is a new teacher? Or what?)

[BayMickey]

(Let's do new teacher. Ignore my previous post.)

[Spritz]

Eric gave her a smile. "I'm new, yes. I guess they needed another teacher, and they picked me out of all of the aplications." Eric said, a bit embarrased.

[BayMickey]

I edited my second post, and I'm gonna delete my third, can you read my second. This is complicated.

[Spritz]

(ok!)

Eric looked down, as everyone looked to him. Yeah, he was the teacher, but that didn't mean anything. He flashed a slight smile, before standing and walking across the floor, pushing a door open and walking into a secondary practice floor. Closing it behind him, he stooped down and quickly tied on his shoes, before stretching his muscles.

[BayMickey]

"Okay, while we are waiting, we can have a little free time, sit in a circle." America sat down, the girls sitting around her, then began talking about partner work. America left the circle, going to where Eric was. "I told them about the partner work. To be honest, that's why we hired you, to demonstrate, and your records, they're pretty good for a dude." America winked at him.

[Spritz]

Eric turned, hearing the door open, a feminine voice sounding from behind him. Twisting his head to see over his shoulder, he saw that it was the instructer, and straightened from his form, turning around all of the way and looking at her. As she spoke, he listened quietly, then nodded as she finished. "I can demonstrate." He didn't mention anything about the records.

[BayMickey]

"Okay, you ready, the girls are pretty excited to have a cute guy here." America laughed and walked closer, holding out her hand out to help him up. As she waited, she looked back through the glass wall at the girls, they were watching and giggling. America stuck out her tongue at them and they looked at each other, laughing harder.

[Spritz]

Eric frowned, cocking his head to the side and parting his lips slightly, before blinking a few times and shaking his head, a bemused, puzzled expression on his face. He reached upward, clasping her hand, and stood, smiling at the girl. He stuck out a hand. "I'm Eric." He said, giving her a smile.

(I have no idea what the positions are called for the guys.)

[BayMickey]

(The same thing, silly. Do I need to teach you stuff? I'd be more than glad to.)


America helped him up. "Well, duh. And I'm America. Nice to meet you." She shook his hand. America then walked back over to her studio. "Now, girls, who wants to see a duet?" All the girls squealed. America looked towards Eric. "Do you know any routines from Broadway? Or we can just improv." America motioned for the girls to sit by the mirror.

[Spritz]

(Give me a lowdown. If you can XD)

Eric followed America to the floor, where many girls scurried to sit by the mirrors, thier eyes shining with exitment. Glancing at America when she spoke, he raised his head and opened his mouth to speak. "Either or. If you want, we can show them the basics after the duet." He said formally. He didn't want to blow his first day, so kept his enthusiasum untill he was actually dancing.

[BayMickey]

(Okay, here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rgl1tvte3X8&feature=related For the positions. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTJonSGHdxg&feature=related Terms)



America nodded. "Let's just improv." She walked over to the radio, turning it on. Classical music poured out the speakers. "You ready?" She started out in the middle of the floor, feet and hands in fourth position.

[Spritz]

Eric nodded, stepping forward, positioning himself behind America. Placing his hands on her waist, he breathed in deeply as the music started. Focusing on the beat and the rythem of the music, he waited untill America started.

[BayMickey]

America went up on her right toe, positioning her left foot tondued on her left knee. (Forgot about that term, it's equal with your knee.) She devleped out with he rleft foot, going into an arabesque, coming down again. She turned, leaping into the air. America landed, plee-aing. (Can't spell it.) She jumped straight up switch leaping, hoping Eric would catch her when she need him to.

[Spritz]

As America started an arabesque, Eric copied her movements perfectly, his legs paralell to hers. They matched thier positions, he watching her constantly, repeating what she did, before she leaped into the air, switching her legs out. Eric quickly positioned himself, and as she came back downwards, he caught her around the waist, then twirled her around gently.

(OMG FAIL)

[BayMickey]

America smiled when he caught her. "Good job." She came down, bowing and walking over to the wide-eyed little girls. "It might not be as good as that, but one of you will get to do at least something like it." The girls screamed in delight. Then, it was time to go. Everyone packed up and left, leaving America and Eric behind. "You aren't dismissed. We have to work on our routines. One for recital, and one for competition. We better get started now, because some people already know their routines."

[Spritz]

Eric nodded, and smiled slightly as the girls hurried out. He turned to America. "Sorry, that was a bit of a fail." He apologised, then pursed his lips. "Competition?" He asked, cocking his head, a puzzled expression on his features.

[BayMickey]

"You haven't heard of it?" American laughed. "American Ballet Association holds one every year. We go. And we win." America tightened her shoes, prancing around on her toes. "And we need to buy costumes. For the whole studio." America winked. "All a dancer's job. You'll get used to it." America patted Eric's shoulder and walked to get the costumes books. She retrieved them, and returned.

[Spritz]

Eric followed her, a frown still on his face. "I didn't know this was part of the job.." He trailed off. Pressure and him didn't mix. At all.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his deep brown hair, making it spike up in all directions. "I dont know if I can do this.." Trailing off, Eric placed a hand on the costume book. "Isn't there anyone else?"

[BayMickey]

America giggled. "I'm kidding. You can leave. I have to do this by myself. It's my job. Mrs. Marcie? Yeah, my mom." America rolled her eyes. "See ya tomorrow." She waved goodbye. "Remember to come, though." America smiled.

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