Thread - Jaime and Britt When: 29th Sep; afternoon-ish Where: School auditorium Who: Brittany and Jaime What: Britt's got a performance to do for her Dance Class; the other girls are frustrating her a little. Jaime tries to help in exchange for a little help.
Usually, Britt wasn't so unprepared when it came to a dance performance. She could manage to power through the choreography and timing and planning in a matter of hours with focus and determination that she rarely exhibited anywhere else. But this week had been different -like really, really different. Artie was walking for one thing and that was huge, so a lot of her attention and thoughts were on that. Her boyfriend was getting better -Santa had told her last year the he'd need her to be patient, that he couldn't just make it happen. Santa was awesome though so Britt had trusted that it would happen eventually.
But then she had her scheduled performance for her dance class and she'd been put in charge of choreographing the number -which wasn't difficult because they had subject matter to follow and were simply to work it for each of their dancers. Since half of them were Cheerio's still, Britt was using the auditorium to rehears and they weren't exactly getting anywhere. It didn't help that their song was Japanese or something.
Every now and then Britt tried to sing along but really, it wasn't possible. They needed to listen to the music and not the lyrics to get the timing and half the girls weren't. "You're stepping out of time again, Tiffany." Brittany wasn't as hard as Santana was, Brittany wasn't even strict. She tried to stay friendly with everyone on the Cheerio's so that if they needed help with the routines they didn't feel intimidated to come and ask her for help (apparently they didn't ask her for help because they thought she was slow or whatever that meant, even though she was totally getting faster at like, everything) but at this point -with the performance coming up on Monday after school, Britt was losing her patience with the girls.
It was a big deal for her, if she pulled this off they might give her a more advanced glass to teach -she really wanted to move up to the 5-7 year olds because some of them looked like they'd be really good tap dancers. But they definitely wouldn't let her if she couldn't get eight sixteen and seventeen year old girls to just follow already constructed dance steps.
"We have to keep doing this until we get it right." It was a dress rehearsal -they were all in a pair of hotpants -blue, green or red- and a white or grey t-shirt (she may have merged the idea from the music video and Mr Schue's 'Born this Way' idea but no one could prove that) and she would channel Santana's harsh, 'bitchiness' if she had to. "You're not getting out of here until you know every step." She waited for a second before she had a thought, "Unless, like you have a curfew, because I don't want you getting into trouble and not coming on Monday, but we really need to get this okay? So, um, stop day dreaming and, yeah. Focus."
She was so not going to get to teach that class at this rate.