you better move [ABIGAIL]

[FELIX LEFEVRE]

IF I COULD ESCAPE

& recreate a place that's my own world

Right foot forward, two steps back, arms splayed, turn and-- "OOF!" A graceful face plant. Yeah, maybe he wasn't cut out for this. That very sentence had been repeated in his head for at least a hundred times now, which suited what felt like a hundred practices. He lifted his face off the polished floor and glanced at the large mirrors replacing the walls, pleasantly surprised to find his face the same color it had always been instead of an obnoxious red. Even more surprising was how it hadn't turned into a pancake after all the times he had fallen.

What was even more annoying was the stifled giggles. Yeah, he was taking it back, the other students here were jerks. How could they laugh at someone face-planting during dance practice? Talk about hella rude!

Felix picked himself off the ground and sat down, legs crossed and propping his chin up on his hand. He had to go into thinking mode now. Obviously solo practicing wasn't helping, and asking his classmates didn't prove to be very progressive either. They couldn't seem to relay any good advice other than 'just roll with the music, Fel, and try not to fall on your face!'. The instructor wasn't present because of some other business too, probably a meeting or just goofing off. Man, what he'd give to be able to procrastinate on this. But, alas, that was a luxury not available for him. If he wanted to be a top coordinator, he had to learn how to dance without screwing up eventually. That, and the recital was sort of important for his grade. Ugh.

The dance music restarted once more and the students prepared for round who-knows-how-many. Felix groaned, teetering backwards until his back fell to the floor. He took a brief moment to appreciate the ceiling and its lack of annoying dance numbers before covering it with both hands. Ah, yes, the darkness would cloak him from this musical madness. Woe is he.

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WORDS: ####
TAGGED: ABIGAIL FAY

MADE BY SIRIUS OF GANGNAM STYLE

[ABIGAIL FAY]

you better move

Abbii had been there all day practicing her routine. The other class just happened to be there at the same time as her. They were using one side of the room and she was using the other. Thankfully she was not yet working on dancing with the music yet, as she always started that part when she got the different moves down. It was part of her strategy. You would learn a dance with the song because of time, speed, and style. She would rather know the moves and the routine first before she refined it using music. It was her way of controlling the situation because most of her life was controlled by others. 

However, at this particular moment Abbii had decided to take a break and began to watch the second class. She was mostly out of the way so that she wasn't disruptive or noticed (because simply being around the other students could be very disruptive, especially the coordination class), but was sitting in a place where she could see all the faces of the freshmen class. One boy stood out to her in particular however. She could see very clearly that he was doing his best to perform the moves that were given to him and yet was failing miserably at his performance. 

But the part that bothered him the most were the other students who laughed and joked about him and his routine. That made her very upset. She may be a celebrity, but Abigail Fay was above bullying, especially when the one being bullied was trying so hard. 

She stood up from her place in the corner and began to move through the room to the other side of the class. The Professor wasn't there so she didn't feel bad about interrupting. Besides, she was 100% sure that the professor would have appreciated her help. If anyone could help this kid out it was her and she knew it. 

As she moved through the crowd of younger students she could see them stop and part the way for her. The music continued to play because they ones who would have stopped it were to awe struck at seeing her to even care. Bleh... she hated how people worshiped her, but she could see its uses. She moved all the way over to where the blond boy was laying without looking at anyone else. She wanted them to know just how upset she was at them. 

Finally standing over him she said, "Excuse me, but you look like your in need of a little help getting up, if you take my hand, perhaps I could help you out with that spin you were working on." She said this with a bright smile that lit up her face. She wanted him to relax around her, for she knew what was coming next. Some kind of freak out or nervous break down. 

PYXIS ★