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Post by itsherfault on Apr 24, 2015 22:36:11 GMT -5
"It all started in second grade. Maybe it was just that he didn't like the look of the blonde kid's smug face, or the blonde thought his hair was stupid. Maybe it was the way they tied for the score in the Mathlon competition or maybe the race they both came in first at in gym. Whatever it was, the two of them had been sworn rivals since second grade.
Whatever Nevin did suddenly Angel would be there trying it too. Whatever Angel was good at, Nevin picked it up. They were always butting heads, each one going after the other. Their families thought it was because they were too similar. They always said that it was because they were nothing alike. Whatever the case, whatever the reason, when the two found themselves together it was always on the opposite side of a line. And this was no exception.
Dance.
The orange-haired youth could feel the stares of the crowd on him as he threw himself into the music. His partner whirled around him, and he was spun, ducked, dipped, playing the role of the female in a competition that had far too many males involved. The fantasy-inspired rumba was heated and passionate, and all of his movements were crisp perfection beside his less-experienced partner. There had been objections to his dancing with another male, but it was 'high school and harmless', so they'd managed to put it through. And there were too many guys.
High school - that's right. Willimanse County's "Dancing With The Starlings" competition. Lame name, but it meant he could dance... but of course that jerk Angel Matthews was among the opposite team, as one of the Dance Club's "experienced dancers" and thus the replacement for the "professional guide" role in the competition's inspiration.
As he spun the final time and ended up in his partner's arms, he sent smoky, dark gazes of smug hatred towards the watching Angel.
Beat that with your silly waltz. I know you haven't mastered it yet. Rumba is my specialty, even when I'm not leading.
He ate the audience's cheers, though his partner was pumping his fist as he waited for the judges' scores, a panel comprised of the art teacher, the drama club advisor, and their own Dance Club advisor.
Nine, ten, nine. He frowned - not perfection, but it would do. He'd just have to get better. His partner had faltered a step early on, though... the point was taken off for that. The choreography was perfect. He took that to heart.
Matthews is so done for, he thought smugly, exiting the stage with his partner to wait at the predetermined location. He fiddled with the studs in his pierced ears, eager and anxious. Time to watch that Matthews eat his dust.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 25, 2015 1:15:53 GMT -5
"I can't believe he's not disqualified for that," Aggravated tones sweep a crossed the dance floor in an almost hushed whisper. The owner of the voice is glaring at the same sex dance partners. More specifically the orange haired one who is dressed in something that should be illegal from how attractive it was. "I mean, yeah, he's got the legs for the skirt, but shit. Couldn't he at least try to be decent?" The girl leaning against his side sighs.
"Honestly Angel," She shakes her head as she sways to the music. "Stop obsessing over Bryndon. The sooner you get that bg head of yours in the game, the sooner we can wow the judges." The blond sighs at the girl. He hates working with people like her, the ones that just don't get how a rivalry works. But he just gives her a small, arrogant smile.
"Don't worry, we'll wipe the floor with them," And, when its finally their turn to preform, he plans to execute just that. Speaking of their turn. Angel hears their names announced and the two walk onto the ballroom floor. They both take their positions as the lights dim, because, Angel is all about the performance and going all out. When the music starts the two begin to spin a spell of magical lovers tale, beginning with the surprise meeting, moving through the graceful starting of a relationship, the end being where they place a kiss onto each other's lips, eyes locked in an eternal embrace.
Or at least that was what was meant to be portrayed. Angel was still newish to the waltz and the two weren't quite as in sync as other partners he has had in the past. Thus this resulted in them only getting two tens and an eight. The male frowns deeply, "We got the same as them. Crap." Now the two are tied, like always. The girl snorts as they walk off the ballroom floor.
"No shit we did. You messed up."
He sighs at her, not really wanting to argue the fact that she was the one that had the minor slip up. Instead he just raises a brow at her, "Yeah because I'm the one with two left feet." She glares at him, but continues to pretend that they're friendly for the competition's sake. So the two stand off to the side, annoyed as they await the current round to be finished, the eliminations, and the announcing of the next round's challenge.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 25, 2015 1:34:22 GMT -5
He smirked as he saw the girl's slip-up. Matthews' annoyed glances at the long, slinky dress he'd picked for the occasion made the scandalous whispers from the judges and from the audience totally worth it. He crossed one leg over the other to display its toned (shaved, stockinged) muscle to the other boy with a grin, also displaying the be-rhinestoned heels he'd donned for the occasion.
Ten, ten, eight. He frowned. Overall the same score, but two tens for Matthews? Really? The score was supposed to be for the girl, and she didn't have a waltzing bone in her body. Worse, she was arrogant and rude. Matthews was a bitch, but he deserved better in a partner, and the two of them, together, did not deserve that second ten. It irked him. The choreography was perhaps a bit too ambitious, but no one had ever said that "Angel" didn't have drive.
He still smirked smugly across the dancefloor at the other boy as the other pairs - two other pairs - showcased their dances, another rumba and another waltz. Best of each would go to the finals.
Of course, he and Angel would be there.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, students and parents of Willimanse High," the announcer spoke as the scores were revealed. "It's time to add up the previous scores." Not that it was necessary, they knew the stakes - and who'd come out on top. "Buuuuuuuuuuut! Before we do that, I want to make a biiiiig announcement! The two dance counselors whose partners make it to the end will have to choreograph a teaaaammmmm dance! As a demonstration of technically demanding footwork, the two counselors, with aid from their instructor, will choreograph a showcase piece to perform as an opening for the finals!"
Oh.
Oh no.
Oh HELL NO.
He uncrossed his legs, and sat up, indignant.
"And, remember folks, as ruled earlier, same-gender partners will be allowed to dance this dance. Though I will admit that Mr. Bryndon's, ah, fashion choice here is a bit too fabulous for my tastes."
Oh, come on!
"Anyway.... let's hear the final scores! Looks like the two teams passing on to the final round are.... DAN DAN DANNNNNNNN! Alyson Sykes and Angel Matthews, anddddddddddd....... James Devander and Neeevinnnn Brynnnnndooonnnnnnnn!!!!!" There was a grin, and a snicker as the announcer (well aware fo their rivalry) prepared to read the next part of his speech. "Therefore, now that the two competitors have been decided, Mr. Bryndon and Mr. Matthews are officially the partners for the counselor showcase dance! They will have to choreograph and performmmm..." He opened a piece of paper, and Nevin's pointed ears were burning as the announcer nearly doubled over in laughter. "....the dance of love and hate, passion and romance, the Tannnnnnnnngggggggoooooooooooo!!!!!"
Oh for the love of all that was holy!!
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Post by mesmu on Apr 25, 2015 2:01:41 GMT -5
Angel lifts his head, listening to the announcer. He frowns, already guessing where this is going. His partner is excited, but dread has filled his veins. Looking over he listens and then mutters, "Fucking shit." He can't believe that paired him with Nevin effing Bryndon was his partner. Just... "Screw this." Blue eyes travel over to the orange haired male with a narrowed look to them.
After the full announcement was done he walks over to the other male, giving him a once over, "You know. Haven't had the chance to ask this yet... Did they make you into a girl because they finally realized you are one?" He gives a half laugh as he crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for the usual screaming and shouting and ranting that follows... thankfully they're partners right now so Nevin can't give him an ass beating on top of all of that as well.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 25, 2015 2:16:02 GMT -5
Oh, he wasn't that easy to bait.
"What?" he asked, standing up to his full height. His heels tongiht had been specially calculated to make him exactly one inch taller than Angel. "Have to tell yourself I'm a girl because you can't get over the fact that I'm sexier than you are?" He lightly placed a hand on Angel's waist and leaned into him suggestively. "Or are you just too chicken to admit I'm more of a man in this dress than you'll ever be?"
"Come on, you two, break it up," a rushed voice exclaimed - the other advisor for Dance Club, the one who asn't judging. Ms. Martin. "You've only got three days to get this right. I heard this was coming and started scrawling the start of a routine, but, this is not going to be easy...!"
"Oh, please," Nevin said witha grin. "Matthews may be into 'easy', but I'm not." He shot a grin down at his rival (for once) and flicked the back of his hand against Angel's chest. "Come on, wuss. Time's wasting. Last one outta their show clothes and back to the dance room has to play the chick."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 25, 2015 2:31:04 GMT -5
Angel huffs, but nods, "Hope you like wearing frilly dresses, Bryndon." And then he's off to go get changed with a peace out sign as he goes. It doesn't take him long seeing how he is wearing his usual practice muscle shirt under his dressier jacket. He then changes quickly into sweats as he races back to the dance room.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 25, 2015 2:34:12 GMT -5
It didnt' take as long as one might expect for him to strip out of the dress and back into his normal purple shirt and shorts, slipping a pair of shoes on and running off with his heels still in his hands, trademark headphones back on over his ears. He pulled up with Angel, making it a literal race.
"Maybe when you're forced into a dress, you'll realize how great they are!" he teased, pushing himself farther, to go faster.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 25, 2015 2:38:43 GMT -5
"Naw. I just know what its like to be a real man," he pushes forward and is braking out into an almost full run.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 25, 2015 23:28:17 GMT -5
Nevin grinned.
Ever since he'd been young, and had watched a TV special on psychics, he'd known he had a gift. The ability to move things without touching them. As Angel moved ahead of him, he reached out, as though he were reaching after Angel, and tugged hard with his mind on the boy's ankle.
Unfortunately, he miscalculated.
He'd lost track of his own trajectory, and plowed into the other, sending them both flying forward into the dance room.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 25, 2015 23:54:59 GMT -5
Angel yells as they fall into the dance room. He pulls Nevin in close as they fall, turning so he slams harder onto the ground and is partially supporting the other male. This means that he ends up with with Nevin half on top of him. Angel gives a small sound of pain as he shifts about, not really knowing what to do. And he's, sort of, confused as to how this whole thing ended up being this way. All well. At least it looks like they're both okay.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 26, 2015 1:25:37 GMT -5
For some reason, he was on top of Angel. A brief feeling of annoyance flashed through his mind, but he also couldn't help but notice the fact that if they'd fallen the way they were originally going to, he would've had Angel on top of him - or they'd both have been on the floor. The other boy must've turned to shield him from falling.
Annoying jerk.
"So you do know how to be a gentleman," Nevin muttered as he slowly pushed himself up.
"Are you boys okay!?" their advisor demanded, running over to them. "This is why you're not supposed to run int the halls...!"
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Post by mesmu on Apr 26, 2015 2:14:01 GMT -5
Angel exhales as he sits up, muttering "Ow" as he does. As the adviser shouts at them he forces himself to his feet, "Shut up, Nevin." After a moment he looks to the one who had shouted at the two of them. "Next time we won't trip, sorry." Stretching with a wince he looks down to the other male.
"And get up. Jeez, talk about lazy."
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 26, 2015 11:18:26 GMT -5
"Hey, I'm already getting up! You're the one who's lazy," Nevin shot back, finishing his stand and dusting off his shorts. "It's not my fault you're such a klutz."
The instructor raised her eyebrows at Nevin, who sighed.
"Alright, alright, thanks for helping me, I'm sorry for calling you a klutz, I'm sorry for running in the halls."
Ms. Martin sighed. "I'd prefer it to be a bit more sincere, but that will have to do. Now, Nevin, Angel, you're our two best dancers in the club and you both know that's true. Please, please, for my sake and for hte sake of the showcase, try to get along? Here's the routine I've come up with."
She walked over to the whiteboard in the emptied-out, large classroom that served as the dance room for them, moving lightly around the stack of mats in one corner, and used a magnet to paste up a hastily-scrawled list of moves, directions, and sketches stretched out over thre pages. "Obviously, it's just bare-bones and nothing complete. You two are going to have to design the rest, and you have three days. I don't know why they decided to spring this on us at the last minute... ugh. Administration." She shook her head disapprovingly. "Either way, the dance is the tango. The administration wants it to 'tell a story'... of course... and you can use any choreography you wish as long as in the end, the dance is still enough of a tango to impress the judges. Youwon't be judged on this. The only other restriction is that lifts are to be 'sensible' to avoid injury." She glared at the two of them. "No gravity-defying stunts, Mr. Bryndon!"
He blinked innocently at her.
"Me, Ms. Martin?"
Her eyes narrowed.
"....yes, ma'am."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 26, 2015 11:48:50 GMT -5
Angel beams. Despite having to dance with his one and only rival he finds this as an opportunity more than anything else. A way to prove himself, maybe not as Nevin's superior like he wants to, but as a competent partner that puts grudges on the side in order to achieve something beautiful. He glances at Nevin's his blue gaze lingering as he recalls previous dances the other has preformed and tries to match it to his less... aggressive seeming movements. Or so he assumed are as such. In his option the other is like a lightning bolt, one that needs something or someone to ground it. Where as he's a mountain breeze, gentle and graceful, but needs someone much more aggressive to bring out their full potential.
Although with this in mind he does muse that they will work together just fine then. He gives a small smile as he looks to Ms. Martin, "Don't worry ma'am we'll be sensible about this." He then turns to Nevin. "So... Do you know what we're dancing to?" And, with his partner present, its as if the adult isn't even there anymore and his sole focus is the other male.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 13:15:17 GMT -5
"I saw a list of stuff you could tango to that's not tango music online," Nevin said with a smile. "How about 'Bad Romance'? Considering that they want a story of love and hate, I figure we could make it work."
His blue eyes were flashing with mischief. "We need a really dynamic section, too. But I think it'll be easy to tell that sort of story, right, Angel?"
"...I'll leave you two to it, then," Ms. Martin said with relief. "They want me back out there. I'm not supposed to leave you two alone. But I'm also supposed to be there in five minutes. Ugh. Administration! You're at least sixteen, I am no longer responsible for you. Set something on fire and I will make sure to take it out of your hides later. Gotta run!"
She disappeared back out of the door.
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