Who: Lucy, Basil, Open. When: 3/21, late at night. Where: Dance Studio. Rating: G. Status: Incomplete.
Restlessness settled in the Beta's bones as she laid in her bed, wide awake. She could hear others tossing and turning, snoring, or laying awake just as she was. Problems were starting to arise, some wounds running deeper than others. Lucy had been spending most of her days with the pack, talking, listening, trying to get near to those who would let her. It left little time for herself, little time for peace and quiet, little time to dance. Everyone knew Lucy had to move. Her need of dance had turned into something far more than obsession or passion years ago. It had been some time before actually hearing music that physically made her heart hurt to not simply move with the rhythm. Macklemore had been playing for the vast majority of the day till Pandora threw Lucy a curveball.
It had literally been years since Lucy had listened to any sort of Christian music. It was the softness of the melody that touched Lucy's heart at first, then subtlety of the singer's voice. The words seemed to hit home, regardless of its true meaning. She was never good at expressing how she felt with words, which was why she danced, why she had to dance.
With the song stuck in her head, Lucy sat up and threw the covers off. Lucy knew better that if she didn't move to what was in her head and release whatever she felt, she would never sleep. Sleep was needed given how much Lucy was now having to do so much.
Lucy threw on a pair of black cotton shorts and a loose sweater over her red camisole. Her barefeet padded down the hall quietly as to not disturb anyone who might actually be sleeping at the ridiculous late hour in which Lucy was walking in. Lucy closed the dance studio door behind her as quietly as it was opened. Opening the blinds and letting the light of the stars shine through the windows, Lucy turned on the song that had been playing in her head over and over.
It was loud enough for Lucy to just completely lose it, but not so loud to wake everyone up from their slumber. With her eyes closed, Lucy stood still for a moment, feeling the music rather than listening to it. Her legs began to extend, seemingly to have a mind of their own. The stretch of the muscles made Lucy wince but it didn't hinder her movement or the fluidity in which she graced the floor.