Her grace can't save you now.
One.
It was Friday, and I was really just looking forward to going home and sleeping, my instructor had been hounding me all week to get this demo finished, and although I appreciated the fact he wanted me to do well, i was exhausted and the fact that he kept pulling me out of other classes to get it done also meant that I was behind on other classwork too.
I was cranky and annoyed at everyone, I’d yelled at Jimmy earlier which was bad of me because he was only trying to cheer me up, he looked seriously hurt when I’d yelled at him and told him to get the fuck out of the studio but I wasn’t feeling bad enough about it to go and find him to apologise, he’d probably gone home by now anyway, not a lot of people were still here but as I packed up my guitar and was walking out of the school I couldn’t help but be drawn to the sound of the music coming from the studio.
She was in there, there were a group of guys in there too, and it was auditions I’m guessing. she was showing them some routine; I’m guessing it was for the showcase, I was performing in that but with my guitar. I stood in the doorway for some time; I must’ve been watching them. She had them do a sequence with her and then there was the dreaded lift. I say that because the ones that actually got as far as the lift, one guy squealed and jumped away from her, another dropped her, and the ones that actually did pull it off just didn’t have the right flare that evidently she was looking for.
I moved away from the door to let the auditionees leave the studio, some looked embarrassed or pissed at themselves. I chuckled and leaned against the door again.
“Something I can help you with?” She quirked an eyebrow at me, as she put her jumper into her bad and threw it over her shoulder.
“For a school full of dance students you don’t seem to impressed by what just went on in here”
“It’s not my fault my partner quit on me” She huffed tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“Seriously though, the ones that could pull off the lift were still mediocre”
“And you could do better?”
“I could try” I shrugged and put my guitar case down on the floor. She dropped her bag and started the music again. She showed the part of the routine that I was to do with her and then she restarted the song, I wasn’t much of a dancer but this part of the routine was pretty simple, just basic steps, and I had the upper body strength to lift her.
It went through flawlessly and right now I was holding her in my arms above my hair, she laughed and grinned down at me, letting out a chuckle I put her back down, she stopped the music and looked back up at me.
“Would you be my partner?”
“I don’t dance” I said picking my case back up.
“Then what was that?”
“Proving that I could do better than the others” I said putting pulling my bag on over my shoulder.
“But you’re the best audition that I had today” She pleaded.
“As I said before I don’t dance”
I was cranky and annoyed at everyone, I’d yelled at Jimmy earlier which was bad of me because he was only trying to cheer me up, he looked seriously hurt when I’d yelled at him and told him to get the fuck out of the studio but I wasn’t feeling bad enough about it to go and find him to apologise, he’d probably gone home by now anyway, not a lot of people were still here but as I packed up my guitar and was walking out of the school I couldn’t help but be drawn to the sound of the music coming from the studio.
She was in there, there were a group of guys in there too, and it was auditions I’m guessing. she was showing them some routine; I’m guessing it was for the showcase, I was performing in that but with my guitar. I stood in the doorway for some time; I must’ve been watching them. She had them do a sequence with her and then there was the dreaded lift. I say that because the ones that actually got as far as the lift, one guy squealed and jumped away from her, another dropped her, and the ones that actually did pull it off just didn’t have the right flare that evidently she was looking for.
I moved away from the door to let the auditionees leave the studio, some looked embarrassed or pissed at themselves. I chuckled and leaned against the door again.
“Something I can help you with?” She quirked an eyebrow at me, as she put her jumper into her bad and threw it over her shoulder.
“For a school full of dance students you don’t seem to impressed by what just went on in here”
“It’s not my fault my partner quit on me” She huffed tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“Seriously though, the ones that could pull off the lift were still mediocre”
“And you could do better?”
“I could try” I shrugged and put my guitar case down on the floor. She dropped her bag and started the music again. She showed the part of the routine that I was to do with her and then she restarted the song, I wasn’t much of a dancer but this part of the routine was pretty simple, just basic steps, and I had the upper body strength to lift her.
It went through flawlessly and right now I was holding her in my arms above my hair, she laughed and grinned down at me, letting out a chuckle I put her back down, she stopped the music and looked back up at me.
“Would you be my partner?”
“I don’t dance” I said picking my case back up.
“Then what was that?”
“Proving that I could do better than the others” I said putting pulling my bag on over my shoulder.
“But you’re the best audition that I had today” She pleaded.
“As I said before I don’t dance”
4/20/13