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Post by Aurora Francesca Marie Soren on Sept 20, 2011 20:46:33 GMT -5
Aurora Francesca Marie Soren had one thing on her mind, and that was dance. She had had a very stressful day at school, and it didn't help matters when the person who caused her frustrations was a substitute teacher for her class. She got along great with him; he was smart, funny, charming, handsome, fun but he was a teacher and she was falling for him. Rory was so confused, that she knew only dancing would take her mind off of everything, even if only for a short while. Having been named co-captin of the dance team at Darcy Academy, Rory had to help choreograph dances so she would take all her frustrations out on falling for a teacher and pour them into her dance. Who knows, maybe it will inspire her.
Running to the gym from her dorm room, with her iPod and iHome in hand, Rory got everything ready and did a few stretches with various songs before letting loose and just randomly dancing to the songs that came up on her iPod. Having lost track of time, Rory realized she had been dancing for at least an hour straight before the song she was supposed to be working on finally came on. Deciding to take a break, Rory took a sip of water from her water bottle. Pressing repeat, ROry decided to sit and listen to the music. Listening carefully, Rory counted the beats so she had an idea on how to use the counts to her advantage and listened to the meaning of the song so she could also use that to her advantage.
After sitting and repeating the song for ten minutes, Rory had an idea of what she wanted to do and went to work on putting the dance together. She knew the music was probably attracting attention, but unless they were a dancer people probably wouldn't bother knowing that it coudln't be a party because the Headmistress was very strict and didn't tolerate parties on campus, or off campus for that matter but she couldn't stop them once they were off campus.
The dance was going along well, but Rory knew she was missing something, and suddenly wished that she had a second opinion to help her out.
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