*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The Faerie Princess and The Season of Dance *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter 23042304
Dance Class. Wednesday. The long, narrow room was lined along one side by a large wall of mirrors. Kissy's exposed back faced it. Only in dance class or a theme party would she dare to wear this outfit otherwise. She had been preparing for this very occassion for an entire three weeks. One of her mother's big bargaining chips was the Dance Club at Halcyon, dance being one of the few things Kissy stayed dedicated to and still had fun with.
It wasn't like cooking, when it caught her fancy. Or any of the little trends. When she heard music. She had to dance. They had the music. Here was their chance. The spirit of Debbie Deb was with her, things would be alright.
Tight white tank top with pink hearts screenprinted on the right strap. Her bra was white and lacy (and covering!), it could be seen through the thin fabric. Pink sateen Adidas running shorts. Black Red Sox cap with pink logo. White tube socks up to the knee. White Adidas with clear stripes. Hair teased and tied in two huge poufs just under the brim of her cap on either side. Bright pink lipstick. Eyeliner.
First she had to say a few words about her dance. "Um, hi everybody!" Kissy waved, a little nervous for once in front of everyone. It was just that they were all looking at her now and she felt like she had nothing to say. "So, um, I'm dancing to, uh, Cawell or something. I don't know, my cousin totally sent it to me." Her laugh was fading before it even got out of her mouth. She was falling fast! "Anyway, it's a litte, uh, urban inspired. I'm looking for dancers with experience and not for, like, an interpretive piece using the, um, central...aspect...of, um, the urban inspiration." It sounded more like a question than a statement, but people didn't look too confused. Whatever, she signalled that they start her music. She was better at doing than describing anyway.
Kissy wasted no time getting into it. She planned on having some like, intro or whatever, but would work with whoever she got. As a newbie to the whole club, she had no idea if anyone would join her dance number, but she was prepared to go alone if she had to. Her dance routine was filled with break-dancing, pop-and-locking, urban-modern style and some plain old sassy moves she'd improvised from watching music videos for most of her life. There was a definite Janet vibe to some of them. Outside of dance club, most people didn't know that Kissy had an actual talent. She wasn't a prodigy, but to most people she was rather impressive. If it had been an option for her, professional dance training wasn't out of the question with some intense practice.
When the three minutes was up she bowed down to some applause, breathing hard. "E-mail me!" She declared, feeling a little more confident. There were sign-up lists, but she wanted to personalize her invitation to share in the wonderment of the dance!