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[desirae jetta cole]

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[/b][/color]esirae Cole pushed opened the doors to the auditorium and stuck her head inside. As per usual, no one occupied the space this period so she pushed the door farther to let herself in. Before she took another step she turned around quickly to catch the door and gingerly guided it closed so it didn’t slam loudly. It wasn’t that she would disturb anyone, were the door to slam, but she didn’t like the echo the slam always made. When the door was securely closed she quietly made her way down the stairs, past rows and rows of seats to the stage. She continuously had to move the strap of the duffle bag she was carrying back to her shoulder, and after a few failed attempts she decided to just keep her hand on the strap.

O[/b][/color]nce in front of the stage, Desirae took her bag off her shoulder and pushed it onto the stage, then she put her hands on the floor of the stage and pushed herself up. She could have taken the stairs on either side, but she preferred to get on the stage this way, the stairs were boring. As soon as she was on stage she slid the black flip-flops she was wearing off and put them in her bag. She then dug out her dancing flats and slipped them on. Her long dark hair was neatly pulled back into a ponytail with not a strand of hair out of place. She had on a light blue tank top with skinny black sweats, and of course her black flats. Desirae was in the auditorium, during her free period, to dance. She had recently learned a new dance in one of her dance classes to the song Feeling Good by Michael Buble. And whenever she learned a new dance she always had to practice until she felt she had done in perfectly, and that’s what she was in the auditorium to do.

W[/b][/color]hen ready to dance, Desirae walked off stage right, looking for the small boom box that was kept there. She easily found it because she was the only one who really ever used it, at least as far as she knew. She carried it back to the side of the stage and plugged it in to a nearby power outlet. Then she grabbed a CD out of her back pack and put it into the CD slot. Instead of pressing play however, she stretched for a few minutes. She didn’t want to pull anything while dancing, and not stretching was a surefire way to do it. Once she was done she pressed the play button on the boom box and quickly made her way to the center of the stage, knowing she only had a few seconds before the music started and she missed her cue.

A[/b][/color]fter the song started, Desirae mentally counted to four, and then she began to dance. The beginning of the slow was rather slow and soft so her moves were very slow to match the music. As the tempo slowly picked up and got louder her moves got faster. Desirae enjoyed dancing by herself. It was her way of letting go of life and all the problems that came with it and just relaxing. And that’s what she needed, to relax. She was still adjusting to life at Belmont and she was very tense all the time. She didn’t want to let her guard down around these people just yet, so this time that she had to herself to dance was a good way to relieve her tension.[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[/center]WORDS: five nine nine
TAGS: open
INSPIRATION: feeling good - michael buble
NOTES: anyone wanna join? (:

[olivia jiselle ramos]

(so i put my hands up, they're playing my song)


the butterflies fly away
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"Funny how this place looked so different just a few minutes ago."

Olivia was roaming the halls and thinking about how different they looked now that a large number of teachers weren't filling them. The lockers were no longer providing support to the weary and tired students that had been leaning against them for support a few moments ago. There was no longer a line at the water fountain. The loud chatter Olivia's schoolmates had been causing could no longer be heard. No, now the halls of Belmont Prep were virtually empty. Only she, a few scattered sheets of scratch paper filled them. Olivia had no class this period which was why she was in the hallway. Normally, she'd find a friend to chill outside with, but today she felt like being inside. She had her earphones in place and her iPod in hand and her phone in the other.

Olivia continued to walk until a teacher in the hallway stopped her in her tracks. After explaining she had an off period, the teacher left her alone but told her to find somewhere else to go because the halls weren't meant to be wandered for almost an hour. Olivia shrugged her shoulders, replaced her earphones, and continued walking. Her favorite outside spot was on the other side of the school and she wasn't about to walk all the way over there. She was about to ask one of her teachers if she could chill in her class when she passed the auditorium. She walked toward the doors, pulled them open gently, and closed them to avoid a loud slamming sound. The auditorium was usually pretty empty, unless rehearsals for a show were coming up. Olivia found a seat in the back and slumped into it, and began playing a game on her phone.

Olivia had only been in her seat a few moments when she heard the doors open again. Fearing it was a teacher or someone from the theatre department she hid under her seat. She wasn't sure why she was hiding. She wasn't in class and nobody said the auditorium was off limits, but she didn't want to risk it. She stayed down until she heard music start, then curiousity got the best of her and she peeked over her seat. A small smile appeared on her face and she rolled her eyes at herself. The other occupant of the auditorium wasn't a faculty member, it was one of her classmates and friends. Olivia silently laughed at herself for being scared for no reason. She re-positioned herself off the cold floor and into her seat. Desirae was in her zone, and Olivia knew better than to say anything that would break that.

Olivia watched her friend dancing on the stage, a proud smile on her face. Desirae was an incredible performer and she knew it. Olivia loved watching theatre productions, and she'd seen Desirae in many of them. Olivia placed her iPod, phone, and earphones in her pocket and continued watching her friends performance. When she felt it was coming to an end, she started clapping. Her clap was sort of sincere because Rae really was doing a good job, and half over-exaggerated with wide hand seperations between each clap. It was the same clap she did when she worked theatre productions. It was kind of like her own way of saying "fabulous" in some weird drawn out critic accent.

Olivia walked down the aisle, a playful expression on her face as the song ended. When the final beats faded away, she finally spoke. "That dawling, was what I would call fab-u-lous. Bravo, bravo," she said in an accent that was meant to mimic her theatre teacher, but sounded more like a blend of Wendy Williams and her mother. Olivia had never been really good at impressions. That was why she was more of a backstage person.

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Notes: hi...(:
Words: 638
Outfit: here
Tag: Desirae Jetta Cole

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[/b][/color]esirae wasn’t even thinking about what she was doing anymore. She was letting her mind go blank and her body take control. She didn’t need to think. Thinking only distracted her. Thinking about it would make her miss a step, thinking about it would ruin the entire dance. All her surroundings were blocked out. She wasn’t even aware of where she was or when it was. Everything from her life slowly drained out of her mind and she continued to dance. With every spin, kick, slight turn, another fact of life left her mind. Nothing hand meaning anymore. All that was left was the wonderful feeling of being lost in a moment.

C[/b][/color]LAP. The sound was loud and jarring, but she didn’t falter. CLAP. The song was almost over. CLAP. And kick. CLAP. Who’s clapping? CLAP. The song ended.

T[/b][/color]he clapping continued and Desirae spotted someone walking down the aisle. Desirae grinned, recognizing who it was. Olivia. One of her few good friends at Belmont. As she clapped she tried to mimic their dance teacher’s accent, but she achieved a very different one. It was the attempt, though, that made Desirae laugh. She walked to the edge of the stage and put one hand on her hip. “Why thank you, dawling!” she said in an almost perfect impersonation of the teacher’s accent as she dramatically flicked back her bangs with her free hand. Desirae was quite good at impersonations. It was all a part of her acting training. Give her an accent to mimic and nine times out of ten she could do it flawlessly. She was even good at changing the pitch of her voice to fit the accent better.

A[/b][/color]fter that she dropped the accent and proceeded to speak normally. “So, what brings you here?”[/color] she asked, her smiled still on her face. She sat on the edge of the stage, her lower legs dangling off the edge. She inadvertently started to kick them forward slightly. “Nobody ever comes here this period.”[/color] she continued. “This is probably the first time someone’s ever come in here while I’m here.”[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[/center]WORDS: three fifty
TAGS: open
INSPIRATION: feeling good - michael buble
NOTES: ive had a really off couple of weeks, but i felt really bad for making you wait so long so i wanted to try and get this up for you. luckily i made the word count exactly on the mark. (: