9 January 2013
Hearing the notes bounce off from the walls and the floors, she got on her toes and spun. Her hair in a high ponytail and her fringe loose. The long bell sleeved top she wore was a corset around her torso but felt like silk on her arms. A pair of matching black shorts fitted her thighs perfectly. The light pink tights gave her the support she needed as the black straps of her toe shoes clung to her ankles.
The tempo picked up and that was the moment she began moving more. From the graceful pirouettes to the quick movements of the allegro of the routine. The dim lighting kept her comforted since she had no cavalier to accompany her.
Not that she minded.
She was labeled as a virtuoso by her teachers and peers.
And she hated it.
As the sound gradually faded, she executed a simple back walk flip and let her legs fan out before landing in a split.
"Nice routine."
That snapped her out of her post-routine trance and the brighter lights of the room didn't help the fact that she was startled out of her skin. She quickly closed and folded her legs to her side whilst being on the floor.
"I have reservations to this room until tonight." She said, her voice sharp.
"No need to get your tutu in a twist." The voice replied and she finally looked at the direction of the voice.
Slowly, her eyes travelled over a pair of kicks and sweatpants, to a loose t-shirt with an open sweater. And her eyes ended on a pair of blue eyes with strands of brown hair getting into his line of sight.
A boy.
"I've never seen you here before." She stated, tilting her head to the side.
"My crew and I decided to stop by the local dance studio, so here we are." He easily replied.
"Okay." She pulled herself off the floor and silently made her was to the stereo.
"I'm Jared. You're?"
His question surprised her. Dancers like him don't usually approach her and yet, here he is, having a conversation with her.
"Cleo." She replied and pressed play. She got back to her starting position and patiently waited for her queue.
"Prima ballerina, I'm guessing?" Jared asked, a brow rose.
"Yeah." She quietly replied, her face somber as she slowly began to move her arms in the rhythmic pattern that was choreographed for her.
"You don't seem to be happy about getting the spot."
"There's really nothing to be happy for if one is just fulfilling duties." She answered and began the turns again.
To her shock, the music took an abrupt stop.
"What do you think you're doing?" She snapped.
"I finally get a reaction from you." Jared said and walked towards her. "You shouldn't let choreographers control you. You're dancing lead." He added as he took her hand and spun her once.
Twice.
Thrice.
And he kissed the top of her head before leaning in to whisper in her ear:
"Improvise."
Improvise • Opuss № I