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Post by cosette on Oct 2, 2011 20:44:05 GMT -5
 SHE SHEDS HER SKIN BUT IT NEVER COMES OFFShe hears the angels out on the streets
Tonight as she walks right by oh they sing so softly"Again, again."
Those were always the words of Madame Krofski, the Russian ballet teacher. Like most ballet teachers, she was hard as stone and strong as steel. Unmovable, angry and rigid. Just like this art. Ballet was not for the faint of heart or un-perfectionistic. Cosette put everything into her ballet, everything. She danced for many hours a day, went to the gym, was bulimic and bought the best equipment she could.
Though, she wasn't devoid of fashion and since classes didn't have a dresscode, at least not more specific than a leotard and tights, she had a colorful leotard atop her black tights and pink ballet shoes. Her bag was off in the corner with everyone elses, her skirt and day shoes tucked inside.
"Cosette, you are looking a little big in the thighs," She said, tapping the girls leg as she worked at the bar. Cosette only nodded, looking at her leg. Muscles didn't help her in that regard, but she made a mental note to work harder at keeping skinny.
The class was long and hard, but finally it was over and she sighed, catching her partner's eyes and smiling softly. He was good for her, a nice guy with a good heart. he didn't seem to get quite as torn up as she did. Not like it was obvious she took every criticism to heart. "Good work today Fred." She said as she walked over to her things, slipping on her skirt. "I'll work on keeping my body tighter so i don't sway like that when you pick me up." She said.
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 3, 2011 14:27:05 GMT -5
[/IMG] [/center] It was another hard day of work at the dance studio, his teacher as always looking for something wrong. But he could stand all the pressure, he had been doing it all his life, and it was something he liked. Ballet was hard, people who thought otherwise had never tried seriously, it took time, it took effort and interminable hours of training; especially for boys. He was currently working on holding his partner, Cosette, correctly. She was a very nice girl, and had an amazing figure, she was elegant and her movements were flawless but the teacher had it with her, and it was always trying to bring her down. He didn’t understand if it was to push her to her limit, so she would reach even higher, or to make her go away. He shook his head; Cosette belonged there, just like everyone else who was at the room at that very moment. He frowned at the teacher when she commented something about her tights. The only one thing he didn’t like about ballet was the diet they forced the girls to do. It was strict in the excess.
He smiled when Cosette walked toward him and he greeted her with a wave of his hand. “Good job you too.” He said, really meaning it, she had improved her figure and her style, and he had liked watching her move around. “Hey, don’t listen to that old gag, she knows nothing. You are doing perfectly; I have no problems picking you at all.” Cosette was nice and sweet, and she put all her passion into it and really enjoyed what she was doing. She gave her all, it was so easy to work with her, they moved perfectly in unison. It was hard to find a partner you could really trust your dancing, and he had been a little insecure at first. After working with her for a few days he was comfortable enough. “Are you going to stay to practice alone?” Fred used to stay more hours to work more on his strength and to perfect his style, and he wasn’t in the mood of staying alone right now.
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OUTFIT, here
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Post by cosette on Oct 3, 2011 14:38:46 GMT -5
SHE SHEDS HER SKIN BUT IT NEVER COMES OFFShe hears the angels out on the streets
Tonight as she walks right by oh they sing so softly Cosette hadn't been sure if she was going to stay, she hadn't planned on it. She was so tired, and very hungry. Not like she really ate anything. She smiled a little as he called their instructor a hag. "Shhh.. she'll hear you!" She said in a playful whisper. Madame was a hag, but she was the queen of this room and Cosette would do everything she could to keep her spot as one of the best in class. "One can always improve." She knew she kept her body tight so that he could lift her easily, she knew she knew the steps and was flexible. But nothing was ever enough.
"I'll stay with you, we can go over that lift a few times, I was just going to get some water." She said with a little nod. She had a water bottle in her bag and she sipped it thoughtfully, slipping her skirt back off so she wouldn't get it sweaty.
Cosette sat on the floor and stretched lightly, making sure her muscles stayed activated for the next go around now. She loved to dance, and it would be nice to do it free and easy. Not like Madame was the only one enforcing the crazy standards. Cosette was the hardest judge to be sure.
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 3, 2011 16:19:29 GMT -5
[/IMG] [/center] Fred smiled and shook his head. He didn’t like that steel Russian teacher of him at all. It was just a nuisance and wanted things to be her way. Dance wasn’t done to be ruled, it was done to let creativity flow, to express emotions and to talk with the body. But he understood a lot of hard work was needed to reach perfection, he always pushed himself until exhaustion and tried to push even more to see where his limits were. “I bet she had heard worst things about her.” He said shrugging and not caring if she heard him or not. He wasn’t there to please her, he was there to learn from her and that could be done without him staying on her good side. He also didn’t step on her bad, he was just there, and his dancing had been good enough for her to leave him alone, just correcting him when necessary and sometimes even praising him. He wasn’t the best, but he did worked very hard every day, not having even a minute to rest.
Fred looked at Cosette closely, thinking she seemed kind of hungry and had slight bags under her eyes, he wasn’t sure it was a good idea for her t go on working without at least resting a bit and having some food. He stopped what he was doing to go over the place she was stretching. “I think that’s fine, but first let’s get some rest and something to eat okay? My treat.” He was sure Cosette would refuse but he wasn’t going to get a ‘no’ as an answer this time so he talked before she even had time to open her mouth to say it. “And there won’t be more practice if you don’t get some food, I promise.” He said smiling kindly at her. He knew she was worried about the old gag had said and she put a lot of pressure on herself, but as her partner he had to care about her health. It won’t do any good if she fainted during practice.
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Post by cosette on Oct 3, 2011 16:41:17 GMT -5
SHE SHEDS HER SKIN BUT IT NEVER COMES OFFShe hears the angels out on the streets
Tonight as she walks right by oh they sing so softly Then he mentioned getting food and her stomach rumbled quietly. Merde. She hadn't planned to eat with him, but she often turned down his offers and it seemed that he had already suspected this outcome, saying no practice if no food. So how could she say no? Cosette did love food after all, but she knew she couldn't let it stay. She enjoyed eating it and then at her trip to the bathroom, she made sure she could keep her spot at school in ballet. Ballet was the harshest dance environment.
"Oh, alright." She said to him, standing again and slipping back on her skirt and shoes, scooping up her bag. Cosette wasn't sure how to handle this though, they'd eaten together before, sure, but never to come back to the same place... Would he find out? She chewed her lower lip lightly. Gum was illegal in a dance context, but she would have to chew some on the way back.She wasn't sure if she could figure it all out. Her secret was already in the hands of an almost stranger. She didn't want Fred to know, he didn't seem to understand the pressures, he didn't have the manorexia like some of the other male dancers. Cosette was jealous of how well he did and kept up.
"So where are we going?" She asked lightly, hoping somewhere healthy so she wouldn't have to worry about too many calories going through.
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 3, 2011 18:06:46 GMT -5
[/IMG] [/center] Fred was someone who focused on little details when it came to people. Her mother had taught him about girls, how to listen to them and how to treat them. It hadn’t slipped the pressure Cosette was throwing upon her. He knew how important dance was for her and he was aware of her strict discipline, Fred admired her for that. But he believed everyone needed a rest from time to time and he loved to be the one providing that moment of laugh and peace of mind. “We are going to a place where you won’t have to worry about your diet.” He was also kind of strict in that aspect though slacking off from time to time. He didn’t want to end up like those skeleton guys he had seen around the academy, and he couldn’t understand how teachers could allow something so dangerous. It could affect the dance and it was horrible for the health.
He grinned widely when she accepted, it wasn’t as if he had given her a choice in the first place but it was always good to have her accept. “My bones are cracking up, I feel as if I’m about to break.” He commented guiding her through the academy to the lunch room, there they had especial food for dancers, what would be the sense of making junk food for people with strict diets. Of course dancers weren’t the only ones eating but they had their own section of food. “I bet you never realized we have food for us in here.” Everyone had been in the lunch room, but they never seemed to notice that far stand with healthy food, just because it was healthy and kind of hided. But Fred had been always a curious person and he had explored every bit of the academy when he arrived, discovering places where he could be left in peace and also things to eat. “Tada!.” He said dramatically and winked at her.
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Post by cosette on Oct 3, 2011 18:48:01 GMT -5
SHE SHEDS HER SKIN BUT IT NEVER COMES OFFShe hears the angels out on the streets
Tonight as she walks right by oh they sing so softly Cosette laughed awkwardly a little at his mention of her diet. Truth was, Cosette didn't diet. She ate whatever she wanted, lots at meals and all, but she didn't leave it in her system. She tended to binge, but given the fact that she was never alone to eat the junk she'd like, she just ate a lot of everything else. It helped keep up the facade that she was healthy. She could say it was the dance or her metabolism. the truth was too much to say.
She followed him down to the cafeteria, "Maybe you should rest, if your bones hurt.. we wouldn't want you to break anything.." She said as she hurried to keep up with his long strides. Then he stopped to give her what felt like the grand tour. Actually, she did know there was a dance food section with all the healthy, low calorie food. Truth was, she avoided it like the plague.If she was going to eat, she was going to enjoy it before she threw it up.
"Yeah, I've heard." She said with a shrug as he mentioned the dancer section, laughing politely as he said tada. Cosette grabbed a tray and made herself a salad and filled a glass of water. That would be enough for a normal person, so she'd be okay with that. Hopefully Fred wouldn't give her a hard time, or hang out around the bathroom.
She found a table for them and sat down lightly, waving Fred over.
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 4, 2011 4:28:49 GMT -5
[/IMG] [/center] Fred wasn’t feeling like resting though, or to explain it better, there wasn’t any time for rest. He still had to work very hard to improve his last figure and build up more strength. He was excited they had their first rehearsal on the auditorium soon, and he was looking forward to it because Aara was coming to see him. Well, she was going to draw and everything but the main point of it all was impressing her. “I’m not that fragile.” He said winking at her and hurrying toward the lunch room. He was starving, he hadn’t realized how much until he had mentioned the word ‘food’ then his stomach had started to complain. “Though I look like a porcelain figure.” He said jokingly. It was hard to joke around Cosette because she was the serious type.
He looked at her curiously when she vaguely commented about knowing it. He noticed there was something more under her words, some strange meaning. “You did? Well then great.” He said smiling and taking some healthy food into his plate. He wasn’t a big fan of it either, no one ever was, but it was necessary to keep himself on line. With all the work and everything his metabolism keep burning the unnecessary calories. “To be honest, I don’t like it much either.” he said grinning at her and stuffing some cherry tomatoes into his mouth. “I feel like a rabbit when I eat it.” He said laughing a little. “So, what do you want to work after eating? They had so much possibilities that Fred was a little lost at what they should practice more.
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Post by cosette on Oct 4, 2011 16:08:09 GMT -5
SHE SHEDS HER SKIN BUT IT NEVER COMES OFFShe hears the angels out on the streets
Tonight as she walks right by oh they sing so softly Cosette laughed and shook her head. "If anyone is a porcelain doll it isn't you." Porcelain was fragile and cool and white. Breakable finery. Fred was not that, he was strong and sure and tough. Cosette would be the one to shatter in a million pieces like a little figurine, but she didn't want to make that point aloud. Besides, Cosette was good at making it seem like she had all her ducks in a row, or to put it in more vulgar terms, she had her shit together. But as a child she'd been told that cursing was bad for a lady to do, and as a rich little ballerina, a lady she was.
She wasn't sure what reaction Fred expected from her about the food. Joy? I mean she was new but she'd been here a bit, and her teachers liked to remind her were to eat. So yes, she knew about the dance section. "I know, its such sad food, but its necessary to stay fit and healthy." She said, trying to show its importance, but also not say it was all she ate, in case he ever caught her with a bag of chips or a tub of ice cream.
Cosette tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. "Hm, maybe that lift where I have to jump into your arms, I need to work on my entrance there so its not as choppy." He always caught her smoothly but her approach to him and his execution of moving her to the next position could use a little work. "But I mean, we really can just go through it all, practice makes perfect."
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 4, 2011 16:34:58 GMT -5
[/IMG] [/center] Fred laughed at her comment, happy that she was starting to sound more like herself and she seemed happier now. “Well you’ve got a point. But who knows, guys are pretty fragile, we just don’t show it around.” Fred wasn’t the case of course, he believed the key of succeed was all about believing in yourself and being sure about what you were doing. You could always fail but you could also get up and keep trying. He wanted to dance on big stages with great companies, and he was going to try as much as it needed, he was sure at some point he was going to succeeds, just like he did getting into La Lumineuse. Cosette was such a centered girl, she knew what she wanted and did everything in her power to get it. He also noticed she was a perfectionist, but then again almost everyone in that world was. Fred wasn’t much of a perfectionist, he just let it flow, he practiced and practiced but he wasn’t obsessed about executing the move perfectly.
Fred nodded, getting the idea of what she wanted to do. That move was hard on him too, his feet never got into the right position and sometimes he had a hard time catching her. “I’m up for that, I have troubles with it too.” He admitted, frowning, trying to find a solution for his problem, maybe he would go ask the old gag later about it. “All over again. You sure you can handle it?” He was sure she could, he just wasn’t sure she should. Doing everything all over again was very tiresome, but they will have to do harder things in the future, if they wanted to first dancer on big ballets. “Scratch that, let’s do it all over again.” He said winking at her. “We will kick that old gag ass tomorrow with our flawless performance.” He wanted to show that teacher that Cosette was better than some girl she never scolded, it was like teaching her a lesson and giving Cosette more self-confidence.
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Post by cosette on Oct 4, 2011 17:36:29 GMT -5
SHE SHEDS HER SKIN BUT IT NEVER COMES OFFShe hears the angels out on the streets
Tonight as she walks right by oh they sing so softly "Yeah yeah, everyone is insecure, but not everyone is breakable, and you certainly aren't." Fred didn't care what anyone thought, he was sure of himself as a person and as a dancer. For example, he thought nothing of Madame's comments at all. At least, they didn't break him up. Cosette found herself caught in a place where she didn't want to be noticed and on the other hand, she wanted to be noticed, corrected, praised. A a dance teacher in America had said to her class once "I call you out because I know you can improve, if I don't think you have much talent, I will let you continue to be wrong because you aren't going anywhere." From then on, the struggle between wanting to be better than perfect and just wanting a teacher to say something got unbearable. So even though madame had said she was getting fat thighs, was at least an affirmation that Madame saw her going somewhere. Of course her thighs grew with all the muscle growth, but she figured she should eat better... even though it would come back up anyway.
"What is it with you today? Of course I can do it. We don't have to do it all full out, but we can at least mark it through." Cosette said. It wasn't like she was a crazy weakling. She could dance and get her work done and had never lagged behind in class. He seemed to be babying her, which was unfair since she was older. Did he know about her disorder?
Cosette laughed. "Yeah, we'll impress Madame even if it kills her." She agreed with a little smile, glad he had agreed. And like she said, they didn't have to do it to its fullest, they could just dance through it, making the movements smaller and easier--marking it through was a dancer's best practice.
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 4, 2011 17:59:58 GMT -5
[/IMG] [/center] Fred gave the impression of being so sure of himself because he brushed off problems. If he could solve it, it wasn’t a problem, and if he couldn’t solve it, then why moaning about? That was his philosophy. Since he knew he could get better and that the answer was working, then he didn’t have a problem. But just as everyone else he had his moments. In the past he had been the weakest link, the kid everyone made fun of and he had been bullied for his dancing. Fred really did had a hard time when her mother passed away and his way of getting over the grief was coming back to his dancing and fighting to be stronger. But there were times he still felt that insecure and for a moment he thought all the pressure he had thrown upon himself was going to tear him apart. But Cosette didn’t need to know that, he was fine with the lifestyle he was carrying now, and since he couldn’t very well smile himself he decided to make other smile.
He frowned when Cosette scolded him, what had gotten into him, indeed? He had just notice she was in worst shape today than any other day, maybe because she had been working so hard for the past weeks than now her body was screaming for a break. Fred needed to take breaks from time to time so his body could recover, it wasn’t good working until exhaustion for such a long period of time. He always stopped for a little, even if it was only for an afternoon, so his body would be in perfect conditions to work again. “I don’t know.” He said shrugging his shoulders and finishing his salad. “I feel like a cow chewing on grass.” He said laughing, he didn’t really like to eat that kind of stuff, but it was necessary, just like he hated eating sugar, but his muscles needed to not get sore. He grinned wide at her when her face lit at the thought of kicking the old gag ass, it was a great prospect. “That will show her not to mess with us.” He said winking at her and thinking he needed to reach perfection this time so Aara would be really impressed.
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Post by cosette on Oct 4, 2011 19:21:53 GMT -5
SHE SHEDS HER SKIN BUT IT NEVER COMES OFFShe hears the angels out on the streets
Tonight as she walks right by oh they sing so softly She grimaced down at her plate. "Yeah... I do too." She laughed, before shoveling in more salad. Shoveling wasn't really the correct term, everything Cosette did was dainty, even over eat. They finished eating quietly, she smiled at him lightly when he said they'd show their instructor. She just wanted to prove to Madame that she belonged there. But Madame wasn't the judge of that and Cosette had to remember that.
They returned their trays and moved toward the stairs back up to the dance studio. Cosette hesitated by the bathroom a moment, but decided she'd go to the one near the dance room. That way he could keep busy stretching or something while she purged that "snack" back up and into the toilet bowl. Hopefully he couldn't hear from the dance room....
They climbed the stairs in silence, Cosette at a loss for what to say and slightly worried about Fred learning her secret. he was the last one to understand. When they reached the dance studio, she excused herself. "I'll be right back Fred, just going to use the bathroom." She said, pointing behind her with her thumb as she stepped backwards. Cosette didn't look back as she headed inside, locking the stall door behind her. She dropped to her knees and pushed two fingers down her throat...
When she was done, she stood slowly, unwrapping her gum and chewed it slowly. Cosette went to wash her hands, checking her clothes and waiting for her breath to freshen before she could go back to Fred.
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 5, 2011 11:44:52 GMT -5
[/IMG] [/center] They finished their meal in silence, green food never was good to conversations, it has something on it that made people not wanting to talk but to look for the best way to shove it down without tasting it. Returning the trays they decided to go back to the studio but before they could even step inside Cosette excused herself to use the bathroom. Fred looked at her but said, he shrugged and smiling she went inside the studio and started to stretch so he wouldn’t be stiff the next day. Fred rubbed neck and tried some simple moves, he went smoothly through them, thinking about Cosette and what he had sense. It was normal for ballerinas to have eating disorders, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was one of them, they were all obsessed with the weight because they couldn’t get fat, not even one gram. But he didn’t want such a sweet girl to through that pain and constant worry.
Fred was debating between what to do, talk about it with her or let it go? It was better to just see how things went, maybe the chance to talk about it will just turn up. There was a big chance of her getting mad at him for bluntly ask her about it. He waited for her in the studio and smiled at her when she stepped inside with her little ballerina steps. They could recognize their own kind for the way they moved, as if they flow like water in a river, smoothly through the air. Even guys had a special way to move. “I was thinking about first going through the jumps and lifts a few times before going through the rest.” He said deciding on not commenting yet about his suspicions. He eyed her though, checking the usual signs, the slightly eyes red eyes and fingers after throwing up and that soft layer of sweat that stayed in the face for a while. He shook his head and got into position for the first jump, his figure perfect in the mirror.
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Post by cosette on Oct 5, 2011 18:36:32 GMT -5
SHE SHEDS HER SKIN BUT IT NEVER COMES OFFShe hears the angels out on the streets
Tonight as she walks right by oh they sing so softly Cosette waited a few more minutes, mopping her face carefully and spitting out her gum. Then she went to the dance studio, stretching her arms and neck as she walked. Fred seemed to be looking at her carefully and she wasn't sure how she felt about the scrutiny. She said nothing, quietly stretching her legs as he suggested a game plan. "Alright, sounds good." She said with a nod. Lifts first and then a low key run through after. Sounded good to her. Frankly though, she wanted to be alone with a box of cookies and a bag of french breads and rich creamy butter..... Cosette sometimes thought of stopping dancing and being a baker like her father, eating anything and everything in sight. But she loved ballet and she would risk happiness and health to get there. As wrong as it was, she needed that measure of control over her life, her body--which was always at the mercy of some Madame of a sort.
She stood, done with her light stretching, she was still pretty warm from class and all. Cosette slipped back on her ballet shows and took off her skirt. She jumped in place a few times. "Ready for the first one? I'm just going to start with my little lead in, then you pick me up and dip me forward and all that." She prompted.
Then Cosette started to dance. It was a few simple steps, her lead up to this jump, but she put her heart in it. A few balancés, followed by an arabesque, a plié in second and then another arabesque, close enough for Fred to pick her up above his head. She held her muscles taught so he could get a good grip, ready for the next section where he would draw her down to himself, before swinging her around. The choreography was beautiful, as was the music, and Cosette couldn't wait until they were at a place that they didn't even have to think. Muscles memory. It would just be in them.
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