Post by MASLYNN LIA ROY on Apr 22, 2012 21:04:26 GMT -5
i can be sweet and i can be mean
but i still got my hat and i still got my jeans
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] BORN TO BOOGIE ! All Massy wanted was to dance. Sitting in class, now, she was sure she could recognize the movements and build of a dancer in her teacher. She had made it through half of a semester without seeing any of this. And of course it was there. How could she have missed it? Of course, the only reason she was making any of these observations--be they true or not--was because, while being a complete dork, she had come across some articles about a French dancer before. It did not escape her, upon further research, that the dancer's own daughter was her Philosophy teacher. And ever since then she's been itching to speak to Ms. Lewis about it. Maybe she could finally have an instructor--some one to help her so she could forget about all of the stress that came with attending AMG. But she was nervous. She sat forward in her seat, hunched over with her shoulders up. Her muscles were tense and she kept tightening and un-tightening her calves. What if Ms. Lewis laughed in her face? Or what if she was wrong about her? What if she was just flat out rejected? All of these scenarios seemed completely plausible to the young girl, and all of them terrified her equally. She did not want to be rejected. She just wanted to find an instructor (or, at least another dancer) in her teacher. All during class she thrummed her fingers on her desk and stared at the front of the classroom blankly. She would regret not paying attention later, she knew. But her mind was whirring and at the moment, concentrating was difficult. Plus, she was feeling a bit uncomfortable. Someone was feeling very lusty towards the teacher and, though she knew they weren't her feelings, it was very disconcerting for the poor girl. She wished people could keep such emotions out of the classroom. Really. How immature could you get? As soon as the bell rang, however, all thoughts of inappropriate feelings were gone. Massy was almost visibly pulled back from her daze and sat back in her seat, hard. It seemed like only a few minutes had passed. She waited for the classroom to empty before she gathered her books and, mouse-like, crept over to the teacher. "Um, Ms. Lewis, could I ask you a question?" She said it very softly, and had to repeat herself. "Last night, I found . . . Isn't your mother a dancer?" She was tired of dancing around the subject. (Because that was not a pun, no ma'am.) "I was just wondering because I dance and I was wondering if maybe you did too and I just would really really love to have an opportunity to at least talk to someone who knew about it because I miss it a lot and sometimes it's hard to do here and it's . . . yeah." She said all of this in a rush. The talking permitted her to release some nervous energy, but it only gave her a little comfort. 507 WORDS , Aggie & Bethy TAG , OUTFIT , :3 yay NOTES |
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