Post by tsu on Jul 26, 2011 15:23:09 GMT -5
Character(s): Amaya Nakamura, Yuuki Sanada!
Time: 4:32 PM
Location: Inside an empty classroom~
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Amaya, once again, felt compelled to practice. The only problem was, the choreography room was being used by some other students at the moment, making it occupied, and unfit for Amaya to practice in. If she weren't so self-conscious of her dancing, it would have been fine to continue practicing in her usual spot. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
She had to find another spot. Preferably empty.
Good thing she had just passed by some empty classrooms-- they'd be perfect. A stereo in hand, she casually stepped into one, looking both ways to make sure no one was inside. A sigh of relief escaped her when she confirmed its unoccupied state. Amaya quietly set down the stereo in a corner, pressing play to start the music she had been working on for the past week.
She settled herself into her starting position, and then set off on her routine as the music played, filling the room with its beauty and elegance.
Every new mood expressed in the notes, traveled through her body and escaped her limbs. Jumps, twirls, every move contributed to the routine-- pretty much performance-ready from the start. But still, she wasn't satisfied. Amaya had always set high expectations for herself, but she always felt that she hadn't reached them, almost to the point of overworking herself to get the choreography just right.
Time: 4:32 PM
Location: Inside an empty classroom~
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Amaya, once again, felt compelled to practice. The only problem was, the choreography room was being used by some other students at the moment, making it occupied, and unfit for Amaya to practice in. If she weren't so self-conscious of her dancing, it would have been fine to continue practicing in her usual spot. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
She had to find another spot. Preferably empty.
Good thing she had just passed by some empty classrooms-- they'd be perfect. A stereo in hand, she casually stepped into one, looking both ways to make sure no one was inside. A sigh of relief escaped her when she confirmed its unoccupied state. Amaya quietly set down the stereo in a corner, pressing play to start the music she had been working on for the past week.
She settled herself into her starting position, and then set off on her routine as the music played, filling the room with its beauty and elegance.
Every new mood expressed in the notes, traveled through her body and escaped her limbs. Jumps, twirls, every move contributed to the routine-- pretty much performance-ready from the start. But still, she wasn't satisfied. Amaya had always set high expectations for herself, but she always felt that she hadn't reached them, almost to the point of overworking herself to get the choreography just right.
