Who: Dawn Summers and Open to anyone in the complex Where: The training room When: Tues night after the board discussions What: Dawn's dancing, working up a sweat Rating: TBD
Dawn was in a crappy mood. She knew it, but she believed she was entitled. Wasn't she supposed to be happy? She'd survived a hell god for the second time-this time without being bled, and she had a boyfriend. Things should've been okay. But they weren't. Instead, her boyfriend's dead ex had shown up. And her sister was being a little avoidy. And people kept messing with her boyfriend. Who had left without even talking to her after the whole body swap thing, and wouldn't be back for two days. After becoming annoyed almost to the point of tears, she angrily shut her laptop and stood in her room, taking huge gulps of air. She was half-tempted to find that guy and kick his ass...but she was smart enough to know that going out like that would be dumb.
Instead, she remembered her conversation with Kahlan, about dancing. More importantly, about starting up on dancing again. She missed it, to be honest. She had really enjoyed that one summer of lessons-which wasn't too long ago, really. Heading for her bedroom, she stripped off her clothes and changed into tights and a leotard she had picked up while she was shopping with Brynna the day before. Twisting her hair back into a bun, she then pulled a tanktop and sweat pants on over the clothes she was wearing-mainly to avoid anyone in the complex making fun of her. Grabbing some toe shoes she had picked up a couple weeks before, she rifled through her music until she found the CD she wanted. Dawn left her apartment and headed for the training room, hoping everyone stayed in their own rooms.
Once there, she frowned when she saw the room didn't have a lock, but then decided that didn't matter. Heading for the CD player in the corner, she popped in the CD she'd found, then went to the middle of the room in front of the mirrors. She spent five minutes stretching, trying to limber up, then set about pulling all the mats out of the way. Once the floor was clear, she went back to the player and stripped off the tank and sweat pants. She tied on the toeshoes, then started the music and returned to the middle of the room. For the first few minutes, she watched her movements in the mirror as the notes of Giselle floated loudly through the room, assessing her shakiness and how her muscles strained at first. Finally, her body started to remember, and despite the aches she felt from the other day and the bruises on her wrists, her form began to cooperate.
She let her eyes drift shut as she began to stop concentrating so hard and let the music take over, arms lifting as she danced across the space with near-perfect movements.</b>