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[sophia]

"One and two and three and four and..." The tall, lithe girl twirled around the clean, shiny wooden floor. The lights were off, save for one stage light that set the mood. Alone. While Sophia felt nothing of that emotion, from the way she danced, she certainly conveyed it. It could bring tears to the eyes of its watchers, bring them to their feet as she fell to the floor, head bowed, and the light went out.

But there was no audience.

Sophia was alone, and she was loving it. Twirling and jumping gracefully around the stage, her seventeen years of dance experience clear in her movements. It was complete and utter improvisation. There to make even the most experience dancer jealous. But in a way, she was only so seamless in her movements because she wasn't distracted, she wasn't being told what to do. She could do what she felt.

A tuneless, wordless, chorusless song played over and over again in her head. And with a sudden downward rush, she collapsed upon the stage in a dramatic fashion, ending the song in her mind and the dance in her heart. Clearing her throat, she flipped forward into the splits, then leaned forward grabbing her water bottle, taking a few eager glups from the platinum and yellow batman thermos, and sliding it to the edge of the stage once more. She peered out with watery blue eyes into the darkness, wondering if she was being watched, though she would have known by now. She wasn't totally stiff that she wouldn't have seen or heard someone, even when she was caught up.

On the other hand...

i'm sure you can see 273 words, but did you see sophia's outfit? this thread is definitely open for anyone, and i just want to say "i'm sorry that it's so short. D:"

[JACE CHRISTOPHER FAIRCHILD]

He knew he shouldn't be here. But he had wanted to get some still life photos of the dance wing for his growing collection. So he had stepped across the threshold that led to the dance wing. His dark eyes glancing about as if he was nervous. Which truth be told, Jace was nervous. He was nervous that either he would interrupt someone teaching or practicing. Jace knew he looked like a stuck up kid, but like they say never judge a book by it's cover.

Jace was everything but stuck up, he mostly was quiet and behind the scenes unless it is something he really wants or he thinks its wrong. He stood at 6'0 and although he had a lean body figure he did carry some muscle on his shoulders. He wasn't athletic by a long shot but could still run his legs off if needed. When he entered the stage area at first he didn't notice the single light that was on in the large room.

His strong fingers working over the camera to take some pictures, and that's when he heard the sounds of feet landing on the ground. He turned toward the stage and that's when he had seen her dancing. The lines of her steps were picture perfect and that was what he did, he lifted the camera and took some shots of her moving about the stage. He suddenly froze in what he was doing and held the camera at his side.

When she stopped to drink, he faltered before his polite side and his conscious won. He stepped up to the stage and looked at her in silence for a moment. "I'm sorry," his voice was low but strong almost a mutter. He knew it must have sounded weird for the first words to be said being I'm sorry so he continued. "For interrupting and for taking your picture without your permission." Jace looked up at her, a nervous gleam in his dark eyes, bringing the camera up to show it to her.