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Post by lorsaneldrin on Nov 9, 2009 16:59:03 GMT -5
Lorsan walked into the dance studio at the end of the hallway. It was a beautiful room, with every wall covered in mirrors and high ceiling with impeded lights. The room was dim and it was full of ballet students and the ballet teacher Ms.Leet. The ballet teacher had herd the door open and turned around to look at Lorsan. "Lorsan what have you done to yourself now?" Said Ms. Leet as she spotted the large band aid on Lorsan's cheek. She just frowned at the teacher and put her cello down in front of her. No other teacher new about her werewolf thing other then her language arts teacher and the principal. "I came to play the song for your class just like you asked."
Ms.Leet smiled and some of her students clapped. Lorsan just stood motionless waiting to be told what to do. She was tired her face hurt and she was in no mood to be nice. "Well Lorsan, come and sit over here in front of the mirror. Class, this is Lorsan and she has agreed to be the one to play the songs for our next concert. This years theme instrument will be the cello, as seen here." Ms. Leet turned to Lorsan ans said "We would like to start with Bach's cello suite number 5." This thrilled Lorsan because it fit her mood perfectly. Tired and on edge. She began to play and watched her hands in the mirror fly across the neck of her cello.
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Post by Connie on Jan 12, 2010 15:11:32 GMT -5
Connie was almost surprised to see Lorsan walk through the door with her cello. She noticed the familiar mark on her cheek, knowing how she had gotten it there and avoided the girl's glaze. She didn't know where their friendship laid and if she was suppose to saw anything about the whole 'I-am-a-werewolf-thing'. It still freaked her out. Ms.Leet turned to her and clapped her hands. "Mademoiselle Mistray, your turn to impress us today." She said and went to the barre at one of the mirrors, folding her arms over her chest and waited. Connie looked at her surprised quiet a bit, she usually had a warning before she had to dance alone in class. 'All well, nothing I can do about it now.' She thought as she stepped forward elegantly, the dancer's way. She pointed her toe down as she bend and bowed, then raising up and moving slowly as she danced. She didn't get far though before Ms.Leet clapped her hands, her French coming out as she exclaimed, "Non, non, non! What are you doing? You look like you're trying to eat Swan Lake!" She said coming forward from where she stood, her arms stretching out as she explained how to do it. "Be more graceful. Feel the music. Be the music in form! Dance! Répéter!" She said and crossed her arms again. "Start again from the first measure Mademoiselle Lorsan." She began to dance again and Ms. Leet cried out again, never saying stop though, "Pointe your toe!"
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Post by lorsaneldrin on Jan 15, 2010 18:41:14 GMT -5
The first time Ms. Leet stopped Connie, Lorsan new this was going to be the longest practice of her life. And the way she clapped her hands. Uhhh! Lorsan was very annoyed. She hated to stop her playing but knew she would get in trouble if she did not. When she began to play again and looked up to watch Connie dance. She was mesmerized. The flow, the grace. Lorsan was slowly stopping her music from her loss of concentration when Ms. Leet yelled "Pointe your toes!" Lorsan stopped and turned to Ms. Leet, waiting, with an annoyed face on, to be told to start again.
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Post by Connie on Jan 24, 2010 19:30:43 GMT -5
Connie continued while Ms.Leet crossed her arms and looked at Lorsan disapprovingly. As she had done something wrong and should be punished but all she said was, "Continue playing Mademoiselle Lorsan, merci beacoup." (Thank you alot<- french) Connie, not wanting to see Ms.Leet's face as she turned around to face her, closed her eyes.
OOC: You can act the teacher and make here yell at my charrie, me don't mind hehe
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Post by lorsaneldrin on Jan 25, 2010 20:43:58 GMT -5
Ms. Leet said something in French to Lorsan. She had no idea what it meant but decided she should continue to play. She started and got through about ten measures of the songs when Ms. Leet yelled at Connie. "What kind of piruet was that? You look like a mono (monkey in french) sliding down a tree!" She heaved a sigh. "Please excuse Connie for her lack or skills. Please start once more." This time directed at Lorsan. Lorsan turned to Ms. Leet and said "I accualy think she is doing pretty well. She is very good if you ask me, You should really dim down your expectations."
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Post by Connie on Jan 26, 2010 18:17:29 GMT -5
Connie stopped dancing and looked at Ms.Leet almost about to say something when Lorsan did. She gasped at what she said not knowing what Ms.Leet was going to do to Lorsan about what she had just said. Ms.Leet glared at Lorsan though and growled out (Humanly) "If you excuse yourself, I am the teacher not you. Now please begin again. Connie start with a fouette." Connie just stood there for a moment before starting, switching up to pointe and then doing the fouette she was instructed to do. But Ms.Leet suddenly changed her mind broke the glared she had been giving Lorsan and looked at her. "Sorry, do the bourree and lead it into the adagio cantabile, merci." |
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Post by lorsaneldrin on Jan 28, 2010 17:59:37 GMT -5
Lorsan could feel her face get red with anger but she decided that she did not not want to get in trouble today so she went on playing. Ms. Leet gave Connie instructions but after another half a minuet Ms. Leet stopped her again, giving Connie different instructions. Lorsan played again and while playing she made a decision. One more short play and I'll explode and flee.
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