Dance of Divine Beauty (OPEN)

[Madalina Cami Lupescu]

As Madalina Lupescu entered the dance studio, she heard no noise. It wasn't very often that there was no one in the room, but she was excited to see a large empty space infront of her. She took two steps in, the door closing silently behind her as she walked across the room to the boom box placed heavily on a large desk. She looked threw the C.D's placed below. Her eyes searched for the music she felt and she she saw it, she let out a calm smile. With a nod, she took the c.d and placed it in the boom box.

Before hitting play, she stretched her body out long, her legs spread out, and her arms reaching down one, then the other. She let out a long breath as she brought her legs together, and reached her hands to her toes. As she brought herself up slowly, feeling each of the bones connected to her spine shift with her movements, she took in a deep breath and slowly brought her body up, stretching out long as she reached to the sky. She continued on with her stretches for some time and then shook out her body, loosening it. When she finally hit play, she ran gracefully to the mirror, putting her hands in front of her as if holding a child. She took a deep breath in as the melody to Swan Lake began to play.

Standing in Ecarte positioning, she looked at her self with a smile smile before her hands swift and light, moved to her sides. Her feet shifted to a crossed position, as her hands came out in front of her. Then she began the four movements to what she knew as arabesque ballet. This type wasn't normally used in such melodies, but she wanted it to be her own. She felt her back arch as she turned to the left, bringing her left leg up to a 90 degree angle, bringing her opposing arm up and out from her side, her other hanging to her side. She looked at herself standing in perfect position, her head up. Then she moved to the second position, which was just a switch of the arms and legs, turning to the right. She moved gracefully, allowing her body to surrender to the sweet melody of the music. Then she felt her body go into thrid position, her body swaying gently as she looked out, imagining an audience as she crossed her legs into a croise, bringing her right hand to her head. Her other arm extended as she brought that same sides leg up, crouching slightly. Then her body gracefully switched into the same position, only opposing the other.

She loved the feel of her body as she moved continously with the melody. Sometimes, she didn't even have to think of her next move, the music just seemed to bring her to it. She never doubted herself. She knew her body and her mind were constantly connected as one, and when music was brought into play she knew they all worked and became one with eachother. It had always been like that. That was how she knew that this was her calling. It didn't matter what type of dance, they always seemed to work and shift moods instantly to the feel of the songs played. Though she enjoyed all dance types, ballet had always been her favourite. She felt so flawless, so perfect when she danced any ballet that she couldn't imagine her life without it. She was continuously grateful for her life, and herself, and the things that had led her to where she was, and would always be, dancing.

Lyrics: Breathe by Faith Hill
Outfit!

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[Tanner John Alcott]

Tanner had been on campus for far too long today. Most of his morning had been spent in an Art History class, pouring over a textbook and dead artist he had no absolute interest in. Lunch, as usual of late, had been in the studio with a few of the other art majors, all of them working on final projects for their various professors. After that, there was a meeting with said professor before his afternoon lecture and then the actual lecture. Having had to be at the history class at eight this morning and having just finished his last lecture now, it had been a pretty darn long day and he was very ready to go home, curl up on the couch, and sleep until his alarm rang for tomorrow morning.

Thankfully, he had gotten a lot done with his studio time today. He needed a new piece done for his final, one that had to embody everything he'd learned over the course of the year, so his head had been primarily wrapped around it for the past week. The base of it was done; he had an idea, had drafted a couple sketches. Nothing seemed to be right, however, but he was running out of time. Looked like he'd be going with his current plan.

On his way out from his last lecture, Tanner headed back over towards the art studio, planning on picking up his folder to take home, even if he probably wouldn't work on it tonight. There was a chance a midnight genius session would strike, though, with how exhausted he was, he was doubting anything, even that, would be able to wake him from his sleep tonight. As he walked over to the studio, he thought nothing of the music coming from down the hall. The dance and art wings were near each other, sharing the building because the studio space could be used almost either way, and hearing music of all kinds wasn't uncommon. After grabbing his folder, he headed towards the exit of the building, crossing the doorway of the room spilling out music.

His own mind had him wrapped in thought but, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a figure that sent him stumbling back towards the door. The girl in the middle of the studio was moving in a way he'd never seen before; moving like she was floating on air. Tanner was storing her image in his head, taking mental photographs. He needed a model like her for his finals piece; no, strike that, he needed her.

WORDS: 440!
TAG: Maddie!
LOCATION: The Dance Studio, On Campus
MUSIC: All I Wanna Do by Sheryl Crow
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Madalina Cami Lupescu]

Maddie continued on her dance for the next 10 minutes, adding various jumps and different positions into her made-up routine. She concentrated hard to perfect her dance. She had a final coming up, like most of the school, that included alot of hard work and effort, especially if she were to finish top of her class. She was thinking of maybe adding in some interpretive, though her ballet instructor often got mad at her for doing such a dance in her class.

Her teacher didn't quite understand interpretive, she thought, even though it was alot like ballet, in fact, to Maddie, dance itself was completely interpretive, or had to be at some point. She knew in her heart that if she was going to rise above her fellow peers, she would have to stick with strictly ballet, though for the last couple of minutes she put her heart on the line and did pure interpretive until the song ended. To her, the music allowed her body to flow magnificently with a mixture of all of the arts she had learned over the course of her lifetime.

As the song came fully to an end, she took a deep breath in and bowed out of respect to herself in the mirror. She hopped gracefully to the stereo and took out the c.d that she had been playing. She hadn't noticed the boy watching her, but a glimpse in the mirror gave her a shock as she stood straight up. She put the c.d in it's jacket, and put it back on the shelf. She walked out of sight of the window, her face a beat red from blushing. 'How long has he been there?' She asked herself, her heart racing slightly.

Even though she was one of the top ballet students, she still felt embarrassed by people watching her dance. She constantly thought that they weren't going to like it, or that they were judging her. It was a strange way to think for someone in her feild of passion, but even still, when she danced in front of a big audience, she forgot everyone was there until after she finished, even the people in her class. The ballet world was a harsh one, especially because she was extremely good, people were just that much more worse towards her. They tried to constantly bring her down, thinking that she would screw up. Most of the girls in her class hated her, which was why her thoughts were constantly thinking that people were judging her.

She took a deep breathe and stood up. She didn't have many friends on campus, and he seemed to be intruiged with her so she decided to suck up her thoughts, and try talking to him. She looked down at herself, shaking her head at her appearance. "Just a little embarrassing... It could be worse though.." She took another deep breath in and glided over to the door, opening it with force. Can I help you?" Though she wasn't trying to be rude, her tone came out quite feirce due to her nervousness of meeting new people. She looked at him, her teeth showing as she made an awkward, yet embarrassed smile. Her eyes were wide as she looked out to him. Hopefully he would sense her nervousness and still talk to her..

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[Tanner John Alcott]

Tanner had never really payed much attention to the dance majors. Most of them were stuck up twigs who laughed at the paint-covered art majors every time they strutted past the studio doors, so he had a reason to steer clear of them. He hadn't met too many who didn't twitter about shoes and refused to eat more than a bird. Then again, he wasn't much of a social one when it came to campus. He knew some people around, sure, but most of his friends had nothing to do with NYU; they were met through work, nights out, or just parties in general. Tanner preferred it this way, wanting to be able to focus at school and not worry about finding someone to talk with. Plus, much of his time on campus was spent either in a lecture or working on a piece, both situations in which he didn't need company to keep himself entertained.

Tanner stood on the other side of the door, mesmorized. He'd never actually stopped and watched the dancers, but this girl had to be one of the top students; there was no other way she'd be able to move like that. Before he could think twice about it, he had his sketch pad out, a pencil flying across the blank page as he tried to capture some sort of image of her. It didn't take him more than a few minutes to work up an outline, though the details were fuzzy yet as he hadn't gotten a clear look at her face or her clothes because she was moving. Nonetheless, the beginnings of the sketch captured her, arms and legs placed gracefully in a combination of different moves she'd been doing. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't even notice when she stopped, his mind too busy trying to fill in details and bring his picture to life.

He barely even registered the door opening, only looking up when he heard a pretty voice a couple feet away from him. Tanner blinked innocently, his pencil still poised on the page as he looked at the girl who'd gone from dancing in the studio to on his paper. "I... uhm... no," he stuttered, biting his lip. "You're really good at that, y'know. Dancing," he added. He couldn't help staring at her, trying to memorize the features so he could transfer them to the figure on his page. Hopefully, she wouldn't mind unknowningly being the inspiration for an art project.

WORDS: 443!
TAG: Maddie!
LOCATION: The Dance Studio, On Campus
MUSIC: All I Wanna Do by Sheryl Crow
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Madalina Cami Lupescu]

As Maddie stared, oddly placed in the doorway she looked down, noticing a sketch book and pencil in his hand. "Oh, you saw me?" She said to him as her cheeks blushed a light pink. She puckered her lips as she felt her head tilt away from his stare slightly. She felt hugely embarrassed by him watching her dance, though it didn't really bother her. She just felt strange knoing someone had seen her without her knowning, not that she cared. She wasn't exactly sure why she felt so embarrased by it, but she did. She looked over at him out of the corner of her eye. "Are you from the art class?" Her voice was quiet and polite as she shifted her face back towards his.

This had not only been her first interaction with someone at her school, but it was also her first interaction with a male from her school. She wouldn't lie, she felt somewhat nervous around men. She had always been by her sisters side, as much as she could, and even in her younger years she tried to steer clear of boys. Not that she wasn't interested in them, it was that she had always been interested in other things, like dance, or helping her sister with whatever she could. She wasn't aware of what to do in the situation she had been put in, but she was excited to see what kind of relationship would come out of their interaction. Perhaps they would become great friends.

She tilted her head down, looking at the sketch pad in his hands. "If you wouldn't mind, may I ask you what you're drawing?" She asked, looking back up at him. She had always loved art. She considered herself an artist in a way, but through the form of dance. She actually couldn't even draw a stick man to save her life, though she felt connected to art in a big way when she went to galleries with her mother and sister. She loved the wonder behind them, and generally made her own interpretations of them. Her imagination was vastly creative and she could come up with a story for almost anything, though she enjoyed learning the actual story behind the pictures.

She kept eye contact with him, watching his stare on her. She wasn't quite sure why he was staring so indepth, but it made her blush again and she broke her contact. She tilted her head down and felt her hands reach behind her back as she slightly lifted her knee, using the cushion in her slipper as a stand. "I'm Madalina, by the way. Everyone calls me Maddie though." At that moment she looked back at him and smiled. "What's your name?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, but this time keeping her eyes locked on him, awaiting an answer.

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[Tanner John Alcott]

Tanner had talked to girls before, just never one who moved like she was walking on air. It wasn't really a big deal for him; they were people, afterall, though he could charm them when he chose to. Currently, he was too distracted by commiting her face to memory for him to do much else than blurt out his first thoughts. "I was walking past and caught you through the window," he nodded back, shrugging like his "spying" wasn't odd in the slightest. She was a dancer, afterall, and they performed in front of people all the time; weren't they supposed to be immune to nerves or something? At her question, he blinked twice, looking down at the tell-tale sketch book in his hands and large art folder propped against his side. "Oh, yeah. I was on my way home from the studio, actually. Had to pick up a project," he said, patting the folder next to him that held the beginnings, now remnants, of the first draft for his project. Now, there was no doubt in his mind that this girl would be what he turned in for his final, even if she remained clueless about it.

"It's nothing really. I mean, just, uhm, just something for my finals. Nothing big," he said quickly, tucking the sketch pad under his arm. The look in her eyes stopped him from closing it, however, suddenly making him feel guilty for using this girl's image without at least a smidge of permission. Sheepishly, he held it back up, showing her the image of herself gliding across the first stages of a dance floor. "I couldn't help myself. You were... interesting; much more interesting than the fruit I'd otherwise be turning in," he said. His eyes looked at the picture again, knowing it needed a lot of work to match the real beauty it was modelled after it. "It's not done, obviously. That's why I was staring at you. I'm trying to figure out how to get your eyes right," he chuckled warmly, shaking his head as he tucked the sketchbook safely back into his bookbag.

Offering her a paint-speckled hand, he grinned. "Tanner John-- TJ to everyone besides my parents. Pleased to meet you, Miss Maddie," he said back, giving her a playful wink as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

WORDS: 432!
TAG: Maddie!
LOCATION: The Dance Studio, On Campus
MUSIC: All I Wanna Do by Sheryl Crow
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Madalina Cami Lupescu]

As Tanner meantioned the window, she felt her body swiftly shift towards it and nodded, looking back to see him shrug. She couldn't really say anything because that's why the window was there, for observation. She giggled slightly at herzself, but turned it into a light cough, trying to hide her giggle. She looked down at the folders he patted and nodded again. She wanted to ask what his project was, but then he continued speaking. She looked at him, blinking a couple times. To her, finals were huge! They were caught with such confusion and massed chaos, yet here he was playing it off like it was nothing. She just didn't understand it.

Though she didn't outright ask to see it, she watched him try to hide it, and then held it up for her to see. Her eyes widened and she felt herself step back. She stared at the picture, listening to his voice as he spoke. She felt her cheeks go a bright red as she brought her left hand up to feel the bun on the top of her head. She couldn't help but feel somewhat, surprised at the picture she was staring at. It was one of her classical moves, one that she had been doing to Swan Lake. She almost didn't believe that it was her. She looked back at Tanner and took a small breath in. "You, were drawing me?" She pointed to herself then she shook her head.

'No, he wasn't drawing you or anything.. Way to state the obvious Maddie!' She felt herself scream in her head and smiled with a small blush. "That, isn't what I meant, I meant, why? Why me?" She asked, accidentally cutting him off as he spoke. She put her hands to her mouth and smiled at his playful wink. 'sorry Tanner, oh, uhm, TJ, it's nice to meet you too." Her voice was soft as she took her hands away from her mouth and then spoke. "If you want to, I wouldn't mind if you drew me. I mean, Id prefer to get dressed first. I mean, if you have time, or even want to." She put her hand back on the bun. She wasn't very good with speaking with people. She was shy and a little on the quiet side to begin with. She didn't even now if he would hear her, but that was beside the point.

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[Tanner John Alcott]

Tanner had always preferred to sketch people or animals. Plants and fruit and scenery could be beautiful, sure, but living creatures had an intelligence that he loved attempting to capture with a pencil or pen. The way someone moved; the look in their eyes; the shape and grace of their body -- that's why he loved being an artist. He loved being able to take those everyday things and bring them to life on a page or canvas; he couldn't imagine his world without it.

He bit his lip sharply as she pointed to the picture he'd begun creating. It wasn't done; that was all he could think to say. He had made a good start on it, but it was far from being ready to submit. Besides, this draft would only go in his folder. He'd do another, and another, and another until he got it right. And, even then, there would still be another draft on a larger paper before he finally settled on one to completely finish and turn in to his professor. "It was the way you were dancing. I like sketching moving things, and you seemed perfect," he said bluntly, giving off another shrug. Nervously, he repeated, "It's not done yet -- not by a long shot."

Tanner couldn't hide a smile at her offer, and he quickly nodded his head. "I'd like to. Ballerina-in-Training will definitely be a perfect project," he grinned happily. "You sure you don't mind, though? You'll be on display for the art department to see and criticize as it pleases." He looked down at the ground as he said that, pretending to be more interested in his backpack. His professors and classmates would all be seeing this; he had to make sure she understood that this wasn't just some hobby. This specific piece would be on display for dozens of students and teachers to look at, and some of them might recognize her.

WORDS: 432!
TAG: Maddie!
LOCATION: The Dance Studio, On Campus
MUSIC: All I Wanna Do by Sheryl Crow
NOTES: Sorry it's not great; Tanner's in a mood today >.< <3

[Madalina Cami Lupescu]

Maddie wasn't sure how she would react to being on display infront of basically the whole school, but she was willing to give it a try. It might even boost her popularity a bit, or her confidence level at least. She didn't mind being on display, she wanted to be a Prima-Ballerina after all! She looked at him and smiled lightly. "Well, I'm not perfect, but I'm pretty sure I'm getting there.' She looked at the ground and folded her hands together infront of her. "I have to get used to being on display if I want to be a huge success, so I think this would help me actually. In fact, I'm kindof excited that you want to draw me." She felt her cheeks blush a small bit and she looked back up at him.

"Please, wait here for like, 10 minutes!" She felt bad ordering him as she ran down the hall to the girls change room. She dipped in quickly and let out a little screeching noise. She looked around the changeroom and gave a sigh of relief. "Lucky no ones here." She quickly hopped in the girls shower, removing her clothes first, washed her body, and jumped out. She looked down at her outfit with a small blush and shrugged her shoulders. "Unless I want him to see me naked, it'll have to do... Why do I let my sister buy my clothes.." She threw on her clothes and in exactly 8 minutes, she opened the door to the change room, feeling a million times cleaner, and looking alot better, or so she thought anyways.

"Sorry, I had to change, I've been wearing that basically all day. I hope you don't mind maybe just drawing my face?" She smiled awkwardly, feeling nervous that he would be upset. He had wanted ballerina, but she just looked like a rich, spoiled brat. She couldn't really help it though, they had to wear the outfit all day during class, and during any practice times. It probably stank really bad, but she really didn't want him to smell that. With that thought, she felt her face blush and lightly shook her head. 'You're so weird..' She watched him, waiting for his answer, hoping that he would be okay with it. "If not, I mean, we could always wait for another time?"

Words: 450
Tag: Tanner!!
Music: Breathe- Faith Hill
New Outift!!

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[Tanner John Alcott]

Tanner never liked being the one on display. He liked being the one behind the scenes; the creator of the magic. It was one reason he loved artwork. With a piece, he could just hang back and watch people react to it, rather than standing there, having them all stare at him and nit-pick him to death. No; they saw the work of his hands and mind, not the outer surface that got judged so quickly. Especially since he wasn't the "typical" geeky artist, people assumed he was no good and usually wrote off his paintings whenever he stood next to him. But, if he just painted and hid, then they saw what he could really do, and they brought it to life through their own imaginations.

"Imperfections are what make it unique; they're what make a good piece," he said back with a nonchalant shrug. Tanner liked using models who weren't Barbies, and who had a bit of attitude about them. Little things like the way they held themselves, or the way their lips twitched into a smile; these kinds of traits showed through in artwork and made it into an unforgettable piece. He guessed that was why he'd been drawn to the tiny dancer; she was different and moved in a way that he'd never seen anyone else do before. And, rather than video tape or photograph her, he sketched; it imprinted the image into his memory for much longer.

Tanner nodded as she said to wait there, hesitantly going into the studio and setting his things down near the wall. He settled himself against it afterwards, curling one knee up to balance the sketchbook against. He tucked a pencil behind his ear and made sure he had a few spares prepared, along with the expensive eraser his professor had forced him into buying.

He looked up as Maddie came back in, giving her a smile and light nod. "Sure. I can try and put together something for clothes instead," he said, already wracking his brain for the outfits he saw the dancers in all the time. He'd seen this girl in one already, so it shouldn't be too hard to add in things. All he really needed was the shape of her body and legs; he could add clothes in as needed. "I can do the basics now. Maybe tomorrow night we could do a bit more? Might give me some time to work on the background," he nodded, looking up at her. "I'm ready whenever you are, hun."

WORDS: 451!
TAG: Maddie!
LOCATION: The Dance Studio, On Campus
MUSIC: All I Wanna Do by Sheryl Crow
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Madalina Cami Lupescu]

Maddie watched him as he spoke. 'Imperfections are what make it unique..' She smiled at the statement. If only it were that easy for her. In dance, imperfections were bad, one wrong move could ruin her entire career, once she got it started anyways. It was strange that she felt dance as if it were an art, yet it was so different than Tanner's kind of art. She thought of it as just as beautiful, but there was constantly a pressure for her to be 'perfect.' She felt her eyes roll and then she realized he was looking at her. "Sorry, that wasn't towards you. I was just thinking about what you said. Uhm, just because I think of myself as an artist too, but in my art, we are pressured to be perfect, imperfections are a bad thing here." She felt her eyes gaze down to the ground and then she let out a small giggle. "Sorry." She wasn't sure why she was apologizing, she just felt like she had to.

She smiled back at him with a slight blush in her cheeks. "I don't know if you need me to dance, but I put some shorts on underneath, just in case." She lifted her dress up to show him, then placed it back down, feeling slightly embarrassed by what she had done. She wasn't exactly sure why she felt so nervous right now. It was probably because she was about to have her picture displayed in an art show of sorts, but she didn't think it was quite that. For now, she decided to ignore the nervousness in her stomach and breathed in as he spoke, asking for her tomorrow night. She nodded with a wide smile. "Yeah, I don't honestly do much other than practice anyways, and I don't have that many friends here, so that would be nice actually, to have some company, i mean."She shifted her eyes to her left and lightly shook her head. 'This guy is going to think I'm some sort of desperate loser in need of friends or something..' She looked back at him. "I don't have alot of time to hang out with people to be honest. But if I can practice while you draw, than we could kill two birds with one stone.." She shifted her eyes again. 'Nice save at the beginning.. not so smooth after Maddie..'

After her little spaz on herself, she looked back at him and nodded. 'I'm ready. What should I do?" She asked, hoping to get his mind off of her slip ups, if he even noticed. She felt herself breathing hard. She felt a little embarrassed by him just looking at her. She knew that he wasn't for no reason, so she shouldn't be. She was his model, he had to get her image in his head, but for some reason, she felt a little strange, embarrassed, but not in a bad way. She kindof liked it. She felt herself blush and then looked to the ground for a moment, before looking back up at him, waiting for his response to what she should do.

Words: 580
Tag: Tanner
Music: Breathe- Faith Hill

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[Tanner John Alcott]

Tanner didn't like "perfect." He'd been raised to be brought into a world where everything was "perfect"; perfect manners, perfect jobs, perfect family, perfectly boring. He hated perfect, actually. He liked the little imperfections that set something or someone apart, and he liked to find them in his surroundings or the people he knew. They made the world a different place, and they made each passerby an individual. If they were all the same, how would you be able to find the beauty so many strived for? No; in a "perfect" world there would be no beauty because every person would be the same, and he loathed the idea.

With his art, there was no perfect. There was individuality and fun and freedom; all things that defied the very essence of perfection. It was why he could get lost in a sketch or painting for hours, content with his tools and imagination to bring his visions to life. No one could tell him it was wrong, or that the idea was idiotic because, to each observer, the piece would mean something else. One would see a memory from the past brought to life, another would see some fairy tale they'd vaguely recall hearing years ago; it all depended who was looking.

Tanner liked this girl. He liked that she stumbled and faultered and didn't prance around like some snuck-up princess in the way some of the other dancers did. He'd seen a few and none of them helped his opinion of the major much; they were always snotty and twittering and, frankly, not very smart. But, this girl, she wasn't laughing at him or making cruel jokes; she was being human and imperfect. It was refreshing and frightening all at the same time. "Well, I don't want perfect, either way; don't worry about it," he said. Tanner gave her a sweet smile, shaking his head at her apology. "Nothing to apologize for. Honesty's always a good thing with me."

He let out a hearty chuckle at her shorts, the grin on his face showing that he wasn't laughing at her in a mean way. "I won't make you stand in one of those funny poses like they do in movies. Just dance; do what you're comfortable with," he said gently, settling himself with his sketch pad again. Tanner leaned back against the wall, listening to her with his eyes trained fully on her, already picking out the minute details of her face and body. It was an artist's stare, cold and calculating, not the typical guy's lust-filled gaze. "You don't travel in one of those stupid packs like the others girls?" he blurted out, suddenly realizing just how offensive that could be to one of those "girls." "I'm sorry; I shouldn't judge. You dancers have your ways, and we have ours, queer as most of you seem to think they are," he said bitterly, not looking at her as he pulled a pencil sharpener from his bag and kept his attention occupied there. "That'd be great. We could go grab dinner after, if you get hungry. Payment for being my model," he said, voice gentler this time as he looked up at her with sparkling eyes. Not exactly a date offer, but close enough; it was the first time he'd done that in awhile. "Do whatever you were doing before you caught me gawking; that's what I'd like for the sketch," he smiled, already prepared for when she began. Pencils sharp, eyes quick, and a focused glaze already taking over his face; yes, he was ready to begin.

WORDS: 656!
TAG: Maddie!
LOCATION: The Dance Studio, On Campus
MUSIC: All I Wanna Do by Sheryl Crow
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Madalina Cami Lupescu]

It wasn't that Maddie thought she was perfect, in fact, she knew she wasn't, but she loved herself that way. She was sort of the social outcast in her class because of her way of thinking. She didn't want anything to be perfect, in her mind, there was no such thing. She loved incorporating all dance with ballet, because she thought all dance was beautiful. The other girls were trained to think of only ballet, but it also set her apart of them. Though her teacher constantly scowled at her, she also told her that she would do better than most of the others because of the way she danced. She danced smoothly, where as the others were often tight, and almost frightened looking. It may have been the pressure, or it may have been because they refused to do anything but ballet, but she moved differently than the others, which is what her teacher also said.

Maddie looked at him as he spoke. He didn't look at her for a long while, but she listened, her gaze caught on his face. She felt somewhat offended that he would think of her like that, but at the same time, she couldn't blame him. She, herslef didn't know why she was so different than them. After he finished speak, she shook her head. "First of all, even if I tried to become friends with them, they wouldn't. They hate me. And though this may sound rude, but they make fun of me by telling me to go hang out in the art room. I don't know what they mean, and frankly, I don't care, because art is all different forms. This is why I am set aside in my class, I believe. They think so lowly of you guys, and they think so lowly of me because I love art, all kinds, not just dance."

She put her hands on her hips, actually feeling alittle upset with his words. "Second of all, please don't put me in the same class as them, because, no offence to them, but I am better, because of my differences, and because I choose to look at other forms of dance, it allows me to move better. There may be pressure to do my dances with perfection, I'm not, and I'm okay with that, and my tewacher, though she gets mad at me sometimes, knows it too." She let out a breath and then put her head down, her long hair flowing. She put her left hand around the bundle and used the other to tie a bun in her hair. "And thirdly, you shouldn't judge people on stereotypes. It's not right. I am my own person, and I'll show yo just how good I am. But in return, you better show me how great you are. And know, that I will be inviting my class to your display, so that they can see true art, so don't disappoint me."

She took a slight breather and looked to the side. "Sorry, I guess I have alot of pent up anger or something, but I won't lie, that struck an arrow right through me. And as for dinner, I'd love too, I mean, if you still want too.." She put her hand on her bun and sighed. 'Madalina Lupescu, what is your main malfunction right now?! You finally get the chance to talk to a boy and you blow up in his face, after he asks you, well, offers you supper! How rude.. She let out a long breath, and stood in front of him, not really wanting t hear what he had to say, but willing to listen if he wanted to fight back. "I guess I should begin, right?"

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Tag: Tanner!!
Music: Breathe- Faith Hill
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Notes: I'm sorry! I feel like you guys (not a bad thing)! Maddie just took over XD

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[Tanner John Alcott]

Tanner had reason to believe most of the dance majors hated everyone but themselves. He'd run into more than a few who'd basically snubbed any person not in ballet slippers or a football helmet. It had only taken a couple of these run-ins for him to begin assuming things and, as he had no one to prove his assumption wrong, he'd stuck by it since the day he began referring to the dancers as "the ones who don't eat". He'd been hurt by quite a few of them, with laughing and teasing that would no doubt be classed as "high school" and "immature;" it still very much existed, though. Tanner was waiting for this girl to fall into that category, too, even if she did dance like nobody he'd ever seen before. She still wore the costumes though, and still belonged in the world of glitter and ballet bars; a world he still thought himself not welcomed into.

He almost tuned her out as she ranted, already beginning to focus on his sketch. Tanner didn't do well with rantings and yelling; he got enough of it from his parents and the teachers who screamed when he skipped their lectures too frequently. All he wanted from this girl was her body; not for the typical reasons, but because he needed a project to turn in, and she was the best model he'd probably ever get on such short notice. Tanner doodled a bit on his half-used page from before, working on a rough outline of her face. It was hard to do when she had such an agry expression right now, but it still worked for the dimensions and porportions.

As she finished, he just pursed his lips and nodded, flicking his pencil against the page. "Maybe we should just stick to our art areas, huh?" he said dismissively, not looking up from his drawing. Tanner didn't need another dance major snickering at him as they passed each other on campus. "I think that's a good idea, Maddie," he added, only looking up to give her another nod before leaning back against the wall again, waiting for her to begin whatever show she decided to put on.

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TAG: Maddie!
LOCATION: The Dance Studio, On Campus
MUSIC: All I Wanna Do by Sheryl Crow
NOTES: This was horrid >.< Tanner didn't want to work Dx <3

[Madalina Cami Lupescu]

Maddie looked at him after her blow up. It took a few moments for her to register what he said in her mind. She knew then he hadn't listened to a single thing she had said. She was pretty sure he probably thought that she was still a stuck up snob that hated everyone one else but herself. She looked down and let out a quiet sigh, then turned around. She didn't feel like dancing anymore but she would, for him. She was his model after all. Instead of doing pure ballet, she started of with a little jazz. It was sexy and allowed her to prance around, maybe catching his attention in more ways than just being a model. She wasn't sure why, but she wanted him to notice her. She started off with lifting her knee, then flicked her right foot out to the side a couple of times, her body swaying a slight bit with it. Then she flicked her hair around to the front. She didn't look at him as she moved a bit, body swaying to the latino music now playing in her head. Suddenly, instead of jazz, she jumped into some belly dancing, some salsa dancing, she was just all over the place, but somehow, it still flowed together.

She stopped and took a breath and tilted her head, not looking, but wondering to see if he was watching her crazy movements. Then she became serious. She took a deep breath in and began her ballet. Again, she made up her own movements, still doing the basic original movements of course. Though she knew the other dance, this one was nothing like it. To her, it was far more intense. The song playing in her head was the fifth symphony from Beethoven. She moved swiftly, but stern, as the song called for. She jumped a few times, her hands above her head that was tilted to the side. She long jumped across the floor. The dance went on for a good 15 to 20 minutes before she finally stopped. She wasn't tired, she just had to make sure that it was what he wanted. "How was that?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. She breathed in softly and blew out a little air. "Do you want me to continue?" Her voice was soft as she waited for his reply.

She wanted to do more than dance, she wanted to talk to him, let him experience first hand how she was, who she was. "You know, I honestly wasn't trying to be rude. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not like them. But if you'd prefer to not talk to me, then I guess I'll just stop trying to talk to you. Just let me know.." She spoke soft, in a whisper that she knew he could hear. She wasn't yelling or ranting, or going off in any way, her voice was genuine in her words, but if he truly thought of her like that, than to her, it wasn't worth time trying to fight his thoughts, though she longed for a chance at friendship with him. "I just thought we could have been friends too." She sighed, and stood in first position, getting ready to dance if he refused.

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Tag: Tanner!!
Music: Breathe- Faith Hill
Notes: Not gunna lie, I don't even know the fifth symphony, buut, it was all that could be thought up at the moment... lol!
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