did it again. [nate]

[lola brynne golightly]

The sixteen year old was clad in a tiny outfit, which she didn't mind at all if only because she was alone. The stage would be empty for the next two hours before, as she had checked with the teachers, some of the acting students would be using it to practice for some play they planned on putting on for one of their courses. This was more so for fun than for a class or for a competition though she did think about using the dance for when she applied to Juiliard in New York. However, the dance was a duet, much to her dismay, and though she loved dancing with other people, she had no idea how she would be able to use it in an audition. So she let it slide. Clad in itty bitty dark gray shorts and a black sports bra to keep her generous chest from flopping everywhere (apparently a C cup was considered generous for a sixteen year old and from what she'd seen, it really was). Her dark chocolate waves were loose and her thick bangs flopped a bit in her face which was clear of makeup. She had messed up converse that looked ridiculously well worn in on her feet and overall, she looked, in her opinion, like a hot mess. She was already sweating, having been there for half an hour already simply playing through the songs on her dance instructor's ipod that he let her borrow. He apparently said she should try dancing to some of the songs but this particular song she had to moves down set and so she had played it once only to play it again to perfect the moves despite not having that other person necessary for the duo required.

The beat was uptempo as Kid Cudi's voice flooded the stage. She moved, matching the tempo and Shakira's voice. She sang a couple of the bits, her voice on key. Lola had been taught for seven years of her life the piano, to read music, and how to sing. She knew how to do all very well but dancing had been her calling though she tended to mix it all together at times. Essentially, she figured in order to become a great dancer, you needed to understand the music. So she twisted and moved, much like a contortionist, able to keep up and obviously very lost within the music as she moved.

Lola figured she was completely alone. She was a wallflower at this academy so she didn't expect anyone to come looking for her. People tended to have a problem with her, truly, because of her last name so most simply stayed away. The Golightly Murders of 2003 had made national news after all. She had learned, long ago, it would be something she'd always have a trouble escaping but it was exactly why she danced: it was her freedom. And so she danced, the passion of the song and the lust and heart break that came with making mistakes displayed clearly through her moves and on her face even if her face was obscured most of the time by her thick dark hair. The song was about one third of the way in when she suddenly felt the body of another join her. She was so lost in the moment, though, that she didn't notice one bit and continued along, dancing the part of the duet as it was supposed to be, a supposed couple of friends with benefits, as the song explained, that was too toxic to work but they kept making the same mistakes constantly because it was in the nature of their dangerous relationship. She moved with the person, keeping her body close when necessary and pushing away from him at the right moments. It was precise but it was fluid and natural, a few extras she threw in to add more of her own personality to it.

So when the song came to an end and she found herself spinning and coming face to face with the person, she seemed to snap out of it, her chest moving up and down heavily with her breathing. In that graceful way of hers, she took a large step away, her cheeks burning red from the embarrassment. What was she thinking dancing with a random person like that? Silly Lola.

NOTES:
Song she's dancing too/the dance moves.

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[nate charles grey]

Nate had been in his back garden with one of his many dance partners he has acquired through the school doing a dance routine in front of his family and his personal dance teacher during the last few final moment when Nate was holding his partner up in the air he tried to spin his partner up in the air but when he caught her on the way down he slipped and landed on his back. 'AGAIN!' his person dance teacher said. Nate got up and looked at his teacher before he helped his partner up onto her feet. "I need a break, I will be back in a few hours." Nate said as he walked past the people gathered in his back garden and up into his room. "This is such a hassle." Nate said as he fell back onto his bed and let out a loud sigh in frustration.

"I can see what's happening
(What?)
And they don't have a clue
(Who?)
They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line
My dancing gone down the drain." Nate sang a spoof of the 'Can you feel the love tonight' song from Lion King.

Nate got up and changed into a pair of blue trainers, a pair of lose jeans and a orange top. He then made his way to the school in his car. He parked in the parking lot and walked along the hallway.

"(Oh.)
[In a sarcastic mock-French accent]
Ze sweet caress of twilight
[Back to normal, but still sarcastic]
There's magic everywhere
And with all this romantic atmosphere
Disaster's in the air." Nate continued to sing to him self but stopped singing when he heard 'Did It Again' by Shakira playing from the stage so he walked towards it.

He stood at the door way as he noticed a female with brown hair he had seen around the school alone dancing while a male danced behind her. "Are they a couple or is the male trying to sleep with her?" Nate thought. When the song came to an end he noticed the female spun around and came face to face and stepped back embarrassed at dancing with the person. Nate walked down the steps, "Leave the girl alone." Nate said to the male making him being there known. The male walked over to Nate and threatened to hit Nate if h didn't go. "You can hit me if you want, but then your family going to get a call of my lawyer about assault and I know you are here on a scholarship so I would take every single penny your parents have and you would get thrown out of the school as well." Nate said.

The male huffed and stormed off barging into Nate.

Nate got up onto the stage and walked over to the male. "Are you alright miss..." Nate said but he then remembered that he hadn't introduced himself. "The name is Nate Grey, how come I don't see you with other people in school?" Nate asks the female wanting to get to know the female.

[lola brynne golightly]

The situation escalated with the introduction of a third party and it happened so quickly, Lola could barely comprehend what exactly was happening before the other guy was huffing and puffing his way off the stage and out of the auditorium. She bit her lower lip, no easy matter considering she had those "Angelina Jolie" lips, as the third person started aiming their speaking toward her and introduced himself. Well, at least he was a gentleman and didn't randomly show up to try to sneak their way into her semi private practice, "I'm okay, thanks," her New England accent was thick, that obvious hint of Jersey slipping into her voice as she reached over to grab a water bottle, her breathing slowly going down to a normal pace from all the flipping and dancing around, "Lola," she kept her name short and simple, knowing her surname would be a dead giveaway as to why she didn't hang around anyone.

Really, Lola was just shy as all hell. Her problem wasn't making friends because she technically could - all it took was breaking down that initial barrier and she could become the best friend anyone could ever have. The problem came with the fact most people simply didn't want to break down that initial barrier especially when she wasn't a) wealthy and b) had a colorful and very publicized history. She shrugged at his question, though, not entirely sure how to go about answering it.

But the fact he was asking was enough proof that people viewed her as a loner as it was - diminishing, even more, the likelihood of her creating any kind of bond with the people at her school, "Everyone here knows every one it seems," she pointed out almost off handedly though it was an obvious truth, "As an outsider, you can see why everyone can be defensive about new people so i simply avoid such hostility," and that was another thing. She sometimes spoke where she sounded too smart or too mature for her age. When her mother was alive, she used to say Lola had an old soul - or maybe just a curious one that always wanted to be different and go against the current of whatever was popular.

NOTES:
Song she's dancing too/the dance moves.

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[nate charles grey]

Nate did have to wonder on if he hadn't decided to stop by the stage and then noticed that the female was embarrassed about dancing with the other male, what would of ended up happening. While the male huffed and puffes while he made his way off of the stage and out of the auditorium, he noticed the female bite her lower lip for some reason but he decided not to pay to much attention to it and to just be as friendly as he could be with her with out seeming like a complete creep who just wants to get into her pants. Nate noticed that the female seamed to be slightly glad when he introduced himself instead of joining her in the dancing with out asking for permission. Nate raised an eye brow as he heard the female speak. "That is an unusual accent you have there miss... I don't recognize it from going travelling with my family, but it sounds a bit like a strong American accent... so I am guessing that you are from some where from America?" Nate said as he smiled at the female in hopes of making the female trust him. "It is nice to meet you Lola." Nate said as he held his hand out to her being nice and to see if she would accept his hand shake.

Nate stood there waiting for her answer on why he never sees her around the academy with any friends or people, but all the female did was shrug at the question and not answering it. "What are you hiding as I think you could make friends easily." Nate thought as he simply shrugged his shoulder not really caring about if she answers his question or not.

"That isn't true now is it Lola, as I didn't know your name until we introduced our selves. All I knew was that you are always alone when ever I see you around. I don't really know most people here but they either know me or know of my parents." Nate said as he let out a sigh as he did sometimes wonder if his 'friends' are really his friends or are just pretending to be because of who his parents are. "But I can see why you don't have any friends as you do seem to be rude." Nate said as he started to walk to the end of the stage to leave but then Lola spoke to him again. "I don't know what being an outsider is like. Me growing up is the easiest thing to happen, since anything I wanted whether it was horse riding lessons, surfing lessons, a new computer or even the new gaming console on the day they are released, all I have to do is ask my parents. You shouldn't really be defensive about new people because you may make the wrong impression on someone who just wants to be your friend." Nate said as he turned to look at Lola. "Do you want some company or not Lola because if you don't want company then I will leave." Nate said.

[lola brynne golightly]

"I stand corrected," Lola cocked her head to the side a bit, narrowing her large hazel green orbs more so out of curiosity than anything. Truly, she had no idea who he was or who his parents were. She assumed - because it really did seem like everyone knew everyone or at least everyone knew of everyone but as he continued, she couldn't help but smile at him calling her rude and such, "I know absolutely nothing about you or your parents. The surname Grey doesn't ring a single bell," which was true, "And you shouldn't make assumptions either or think that calling someone rude isn't an assumption - or that it doesn't make you rude for doing so," now, she knew, she was being a smart ass. But really, she knew she was right. If someone is rude, calling them rude doesn't make you any better. It just makes you rude for calling that person rude even if they were, in fact, being rude. She had learned that when she was five, during an etiquette class her mother used to make her take, when her favorite catch phrase became 'how rude!'. She was taught that one was supposed to simply keep their mouth shut in order to remain seeming like the polite one. After all, if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all.

"I'm not defensive toward new people," this time her tone was different, quieter, "just unaccustomed to being around them because, while you were given everything growing up, I wasn't. I had everything taken away instead," but she didn't want a pity party. There was a reason she hadn't given him her surname and she was going to keep it that way, "but, that's irrelevant," and she was surprisingly talking a lot more than usual. She figured it was because he'd gotten her a little roweled up after calling her rude. She normally didn't like being called that and any adult or anyone who knew her would know, personally, how polite Lola really was - and humble.

A stranger calling her rude wasn't something she really liked - or wanted to repeat.

"From what you said earlier - yes I'm from America, from New Jersey to be exact, and yes, the company would be nice. Change can be a good thing," she looked directly into his eyes and then gave a gentle and kind grin, not a hint of sarcasm because Lola, unless angry, wasn't a sarcastic of vindictive person. She was simply Lola: not rude.

NOTES:
Song she's dancing too/the dance moves.

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