river flows in you {derrick

[brooklyn ava cauldwell]

_{let the music play, and let it move you...}

the blond peeked into the dance studio and gave a relieved little sigh when she saw that it was unoccupied. it was, generally speaking, hard to sneak into the studio; it was almost always in use. tonight, though, it just so happened to be empty, and for that, brooklyn cauldwell was grateful. it was great that there were so many dancers, and brook loved it, but in some ways, it was both a blessing and a curse. there was always someone to work with, but on the other hand, there was never any time to do anything alone.

she quietly closed the door behind her. brook loved people, but every once in a while, it was great to just dance alone, to interpret how you wanted, to do what you wanted. that was brooklyn's release. to just dance without the choreography, just as the music hit her. she deftly dropped her water bottle in the corner by the cd player. the water bottle read "Keep calm and carry on" which was pretty much brook's motto in life. she didn't let anything keep her down for long. she hit play on the cd player, and shoved her hair back into a ponytail as she made her way to the center of the floor, facing the mirrors.

she took a moment to get the rhythm and feel of the song, even though she already knew it by heart. songs like this made her wish she could play an instrument and make music, but she supposed, or at least hoped, that some musicians watched her and wished they could dance. however, nobody could do everything, and she knew it was enough, more than enough, really, that she could dance the way she could. she didn't really need anything else.

she finally got the rhythm of the music and struck out dancing. she didn't think about it, she just moved, always taking into account the temp and feel of the music, interpreting the only way she knew to interpret a song without words---through body. body language was, she knew, a language all its own, and something that everyone, on some level, understood, and that was what she loved about it, that maybe she could give someone a visual to the song she danced to, an image in their head that would help them understand a song better. that was her hope when she danced, anyway. she was in the zone now, so much so that she didn't even notice the door opening...

count; lazy clothes; click tag; derrick hirsch
notes;choreography and sorry it took so long. : S

[derrick hirsch]

ooc;; omg! i am sooo sorry. it usually doesn't take me this long to reply!

-- derrick was excited to finally have time to go to the studio. he had been busy in the morning, when he usually came. and through the afternoon, he had decided to work on his homework. usually the studio was jam packed with dancers. sometimes he didn't mind it, it was fun to be around people who had the same passion as he did, to feel the collective energy that filled the room. but everyone was focused on themselves of their partners, trying to avoid everyone and practice what they needed to. derrick didn't like the fact you couldn't see their inner dancer, their passion or emotion. they were just practicing a routine, but if there were only a few people, then you could really just let loose and be yourself.

-- he had hastily shoved his things in his dance bag and headed to the studio with a smile on his face. derrick lived for dancing. as of late, however, he was experiencing more, actually living and enjoying it. he was beginning to realize he could balance both dance and other things, and he didn't have to just focus on dance, he needed a break to just have fun and he had made so many new friends. most of them girls, but what did you expect when you were a male dancer?

-- derrick approached the doors to the studio and heard music playing. he opened them slowly and entered quietly, not wanting to disturb the dancer. at another glance he recognized the girl from his classes. her names was brooke, or brooklyn or something. he was almost sure it was the latter. he was glad he was fairly good at remembering names. he liked the song she was dancing to. he began to stretch out his muscles; doing toe touches, lunges, etc. he loved the familiar burn and stretch as they warmed up.