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Post by MEREDITH F. GENDRY on Jun 26, 2012 22:12:52 GMT -5
most students had gone home for the day. but not merry. she had spent all her classes focusing on the parts she hated about dancing. parts her instructor insisted she needed to know. ballet? not her forte. she hated the classical music and frilly pink tutus. it was just not her. so now, still in her ridiculous tights and leo, she crept into the empty dance hall. she stepped to the stereo and put her cd in, before turning the volume up nice and loud. straightening her hat, she moved to the center of the studio and let her body do the talking.
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Post by NATHAN H. PARKER on Jun 26, 2012 22:25:34 GMT -5
nate was getting out of rehearsals for the day which had been under the watchful eye of his older brother...something that was just as annoying as the fact that rob was a professor at the conservatory. it annoyed him so much that he just wanted to get out of this place and be on the stage. true, he wanted to follow in rob's footsteps, but only because he wanted to be better than him. it sucked because right now that wasn't happening. he was just a student at this stupid place, walking the halls, lost in his own selfish thoughts. as he walked, he heard music blaring in one of the dance studios and walked towards the door it came from. inside was a girl dancing. it made him laugh a little because the outfit and the music genre did not mix.
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Post by MEREDITH F. GENDRY on Jun 26, 2012 22:42:27 GMT -5
too soon, her warmup song blended, moving into something more up her alley. she switched to a more fluid form of dance. merry pop and locked her way back to the corner of the room, giving herself a run before doing a cartwheel into two backflips. she was no gymnast, but she always liked to add a little edge to her dance.
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Post by NATHAN H. PARKER on Jun 27, 2012 8:51:38 GMT -5
as the song changed, nate watched the girl work her stuff, thoroughly impressed with what he saw. he wasn't much of a dancer, though he knew dance was a big part of broadway and he'd have to get good at it at some point. leaning up against the frame of the door, he continued to watch her do her thing, making it look so damn easy. she was beautiful too, and a beautiful girl that could dance turned him on a little bit.
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Post by MEREDITH F. GENDRY on Jun 27, 2012 14:31:24 GMT -5
after landing her tricks, she looked up and saw some guy looking at her from the doorway. suddenly self-conscious, she ran to the cd player and turned it off. she really hated the leo, and someone staring at her while she was wearing it just made her embarrassed. "you ain't supposed to be down here," she said. though truthfully, she didn't know if he was or not. she knew that as a dance student, she had run of the dance studios, but she was new and didn't know a lot of the older students yet.
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Post by NATHAN H. PARKER on Jun 27, 2012 14:35:43 GMT -5
when the girl spotted him, nate noticed the immediate change in her behavior, which he found funny. especially so when she said he wasn't supposed to be down here, but more in a ghetto way. nate laughed, crossing his arms and said, ""ain't supposed to be down here?"" obviously he was amused. "and why's that?" he was actually quite entertained watching her.
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Post by MEREDITH F. GENDRY on Jun 28, 2012 0:51:09 GMT -5
merry was taken aback at the guy's use of the word ain't. no one mocked the way she spoke directly to her face, and it threw her for a loop. she ignored his inquiry on why he wasn't supposed to be down there, especially since she didn't have an actual answer. she skipped right over it. "what, you gotta problem with the way i talk?" she asked, attitude laced through her words. "who are you anyway?"
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Post by NATHAN H. PARKER on Jun 28, 2012 7:56:46 GMT -5
this girl was probably from brooklyn or the bronx or something. nate could tell she was very ghetto or gangster or whatever it was they called it now. he didn't answer her first question, as she went on to ask him who he was. "nate parker," he said. "but don't worry, i'm a nobody, so i won't tell your little secret." he gestured with his head to indicate her outfit. that doubled with the fact that she'd been dancing to hip hop music in it.
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Post by MEREDITH F. GENDRY on Jun 30, 2012 20:37:53 GMT -5
her secret? what was he talking about? it wasn't until merry looked down at her outfit that she realized nate was talking about her in a ballerina's costume but hiphop dancing. "that ain't no secret, bra" she said, stepping over to him. "merry gendry," she said, introducing herself. it was only fair, since she demanded his identity.
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Post by NATHAN H. PARKER on Jul 4, 2012 18:45:26 GMT -5
it was impossible not to laugh at the way she spoke. but she also made it sound really cute. so when she introduced herself as merry gendry, he nodded. "well merry gendry, if it's not a secret then why'd you stop so suddenly when i walked in here?" he raised an eyebrow and turned his head a little bit. "afraid it was a gorgeous guy watching you?" nate didn't really consider himself that attractive, especially compared to some of the other guys here, and especially some that were in the dance program.
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Post by MEREDITH F. GENDRY on Jul 4, 2012 19:25:11 GMT -5
merry scoffed at his comment about gorgeous guys. "look, nate parker," she started. "i gotta take ballet because of my major. what's your excuse?" she asked, gesturing to his own outfit. it really wasn't that bad, she'd seen worse, but she had to retort with something.
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Post by NATHAN H. PARKER on Jul 4, 2012 19:58:05 GMT -5
his street clothes were pretty designer because of his family's wealth. the parker's came from old money. double that with rob's broadway career and they were quite well known. "well my family's richer than dirt, so that's my excuse." he pushed himself off of the frame and walked further into the room. "but i'm not a dance major. drama major, emphasis on acting." he wouldn't even bother adding that he wanted to be like his big brother. there was no point.
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Post by MEREDITH F. GENDRY on Jul 4, 2012 21:13:42 GMT -5
making a face, merry stepped back slightly when nate said he was richer than dirt. it wasn't like she had a problem with rich people or anything, but it just sounded almost like the cockiest thing she'd ever heard anyone say. merry wasn't rich, never had been, and unless she focused hard on her dancing, never would be. and lets face it, unless she got a lead in a step up film, she wouldn't be rich anyway. merry moved to the cd player and pressed play. "aight," she said, moving backward to the center of the dance studio. "don't let my poor rub off on you, nate parker."
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Post by NATHAN H. PARKER on Jul 4, 2012 21:19:57 GMT -5
nate scoffed. "oh, believe me, i wouldn't mind." merry had already pressed play by this point on her cd player, so he decided that he was going to stay, just to see if it would effect her in any way. nate went to sit down in the corner on the floor and stretched his legs out. he decided he was going to get comfortable if he was going to stay. he watched her to see if she would notice his parking his ass in the corner, or just start dancing again.
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Post by MEREDITH F. GENDRY on Jul 4, 2012 21:23:17 GMT -5
merry had turned to face the mirror when nate spoke again, and she looked herself over once, thinking about how stupid that frilly costume she had on was. a movement caught her eye, and she glanced up to see a reflection of nate moving into the room and sitting down off to the side. obviously, he was trying to get under her skin. deciding she was just going to ignore him, merry began to move again. it wasn't until the next song came on that she turned to him. "how well do you move, nate?" oh. this would be good.
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