|David Michael Richardson (adancingstar) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2014-07-20 10:11:00
|Entry tags:||david richardson, roxanna fielding|
Who: David Richardson & Roxanna Fielding
What: Rehearsals take forever
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Some...performing arts center, IDFK
Roxanna hadn't known that, when she agreed to be in this exhibition, that she'd have to give up some of her weekends or evenings for rehearsals. Logically, she knew it made sense, since some of her classmates had jobs, and some were taking summer classes, so finding a weeknight to accomodate the majority of them would have been next to impossible.
But the day was starting to drag on into late afternoon, and she'd been sitting in the auditorium for close to two hours now, watching the dancers from the JKO School rehearse. Or try to, anyway. Three of the girls seemed to be mad at each other about...something, and they kept interrupting every thirty seconds to point out perceived flaws in the others. The smattering of boys had scattered to the four winds after running through their own number, and she had to admit, they were good. One of them jumped so high, she'd held her breath until he'd landed safely on his feet again.
Out of sheer boredom, she'd started to drum out a rhythm on the seat next to her, she hated sitting idle, having nothing to do with her hands. She wasn't even thinking about what she was tapping out until she heard a voice next to her ask, "Is that 'Basket Case'? Awesome."
Roxanna looked up abruptly, the sounds dying down sharply as she turned in the direction of the voice. "Probably," she said, shrugging. "I wasn't really thinking about it, sometimes I start tapping out songs without meaning to."
The boy smiled. "They do the same thing," he said, gesturing to his feet. "Side effect of studying something for so long, I think."
Roxanna smiled slightly. "I hear you on that," she agreed. Then she asked, "Are you one of the JKO dancers?"
"Yup," was the reply. "I'm David, nice to meet you."
"You too," she said. "I'm Roxanna, I play the drums."
He nodded, sinking into one of the nearby chairs. "I sort of wish they'd just let us leave," he said, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Those three don't get along at all, you're witnessing prima donnas in the making. And they'll be rehearsing til the wee hours, or they would be, if Miss Tara didn't reign them in."
Roxanna snorted. "Yeah, I gathered that a bit from watching," she replied. "I saw the guys number, too, it was really great. Who's the one who looks like he's trying to fly?"
"Ah, that'd be Jacob," David replied. "Miss Tara makes noises about him dancing Albrecht from Giselle, but I guess we'll see. Right now we're just focusing on auditions for the studio company in the fall. Everything else can wait til then."
Roxanna nodded. "My composition teachers keep saying the same thing, but it's like...I can barely think or practice some days, let alone compose. You're lucky I'm upright sometimes."
David laughed quietly. "Yup," he agreed. He looked like he was about to say something else, when the woman in charge of the whole exhibition took to the stage, tapping the lone microphone for quiet.
"If I could have everyone's attention for a moment," she said, addressing the room at large. "Those of you who have already done your separate group rehearsals, you're free to go and find some dinner for yourselves. The time is now a little after six, if you could all be back by 8, we'll start running through the final ensemble number then. Thank you."
She walked off stage, and Roxanna resisted the urge to get up and do a victory dance. "Fuck yeah, this means we can go get burgers," she said in a nearly reverent tone.
David laughed. "There's actually a 50's style diner not to far from here, if you want to come with me?" he asked. "They do a mean milkshake, too."
"That sounds great," Roxanna agreed. "I just...really need to not be here for a while."
"Girl, you're preaching to the choir."