same old song~*

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

Oh Cass you creeper… well it wasn’t exactly ‘creeping’, because if it were then it’d be… kinda gross. Plus Cass never did it secretly, which was one of the premises of creeping. He openly and shamelessly checked people out and if he liked what he saw he would point it out. He was just like that. One of his favorite places to stare at people was the dancing studios. He liked to go and hang out there, sometimes alone, sometimes with Luca, and just watch them dancing people do their thing. Cass was always amazed at how elastic they were, and much to his shame he hadn’t slept with a dancer before so he kinda wanted to try that elasticity thing out. Not that he was out here to look for someone to sleep with like a manwhore, he was just checking people out. It was fun and it was healthy, errr… as healthy as it could be anyway.

A few people were already familiar with Cass. A few more found him quite amusing and just let him be. Others shot him suspicious looks and were just waiting for him to screw up, or do something stupid to kick his ass but Cass wasn’t that stupid. He knew how to behave like a good little boy when the moment called for it and he certainly wasn’t in his territory, and so he behaved like a nice polite (yet peeping) guy. Today the class he usually visited was off for the day. Apparently they had some rehearsal or something of the sort and Cass wasn’t really interested in watching them being scolded by a professor on top of a stage. Instead he wandered around the hallway filled with mirrored rooms and stretch bars. Not once in his entire life he ever considered doing something like dancing… then again he never considered being an accountant or a lawyer either. Dancing to him was even more subtle and abstract than plastic arts. His paintings he could at least touch or kick when he was frustrated. What did a dancer kick when he was frustrated? They couldn’t kick anything, otherwise they could risk an injury and bye bye career down the drain you go. Dancing wasn’t something Cass could understand, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy watching people do it.

Today’s wandering took him to the classroom at the end of the hallway. For a moment Cass thought it was empty until music started coming out. Opening the door just a crack he stuck his head inside and notice there was a single occupant. It wasn’t uncommon, after all students liked to practice on their own when they had the chance. Well Cass certainly wasn’t going to let such a pretty girl stay on her own, it’d be so impolite of him! Cass watched her move around with grace and delicacy. The moves were beautiful that was for sure, but all they inspired in Cass was some sort of horniness. He really had zero musical/artistic appreciation unless it was painting. He waited until the music died out to take a step in. He could be a horrible bastard with no manners from time to time but he knew people didn’t like to be interrupted while doing their thing. He knew he didn’t like it and a few heads had rolled when it had happened. Sporting a smile he raised a hand in greeting. “’Sup.” He said shortly and in a friendly way as if he knew the girl all along. “Pretty moves you got there. Think you could show me?” Cass was used to be straight forward like that. He never really cared to think about the consequences or the fact that one day someone was likely to punch his face. “I’m Cass by the way.” He extended his hand in the most casual way possible, again as if he hadn’t just interrupted a rehearsal. Some people wondered just how carefree Cass could get and when they thought they had seen the worst of him he just went on and surprised him. He was just being authentic really, doing what he wanted to do and not thinking stuff over and over. It was a fine way to live, in his humble opinion. So far it had gotten him to Paris and hopefully today it’d get him some dancing lessons~

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[maureen antoinette dupont]

-- maureen needed to dance. her legs were restless and so was she. she longed to dance and stretch her muscles and just let out every kind of emotion that had been building up these last couple days. she had been busy with other school work, and her thoughts always got the best of her when she sat idle. she had no idea what she would do if she couldn't dance. this was why she took great pains in stretching and warming up and cooling down and taking the best care of her body that she could. she pulled on some shorts and an old tank. she stowed her dance shoes, a pair of socks, a towel, and her case of cds into her duffle while she slid on a pair of flip flops. she would change when she got to the studio. dance shoes were never ever to be worn outside of the studio.

-- as she walked to the studio, she really hoped it was empty. it wasn't that she minded sharing with one or two other people, its that the other people usually minded sharing. maureen opened the double doors and smiled. perfectly empty. she set her duffle down by the cd player and popped in a cd. it had a large variety of songs to keep her spirits up and to bring out the most energy. she sat down and changed her shoes and began stretching. her muscles ached at first, then gradually warmed and loosened up. now it was time to dance. maureen stood up and began doing her thing. she just leaped and turned and added some ballet moves and jazz and just everything that she felt like it.

-- there was nothing in the world like dancing. it was full of expression and emotion. some people just didn't get it. it was like painting to an artist, or writing to a writes. maureen didn't know how her brother can write such beautiful stories and poems, its just his form of expression. everything is a form of art. maureen didn't think of anything except her next move. it was nice to not have to think about the past, or the future, or even the present. even if it was for a moment. when the next song ended, she stopped and started cooling down. she drank some water and grabbed the towel out of her bag. that's the only thing she hated was getting sweaty. it was a small price to pay though.

-- upon turning around and seeing a boy standing just inside the door, she jumped a little, then laughed. "hey. thanks! um, sure! i've never taught anyone before though." maureen said playfully, walking over to the boy. he looked to be about a first or second year, and introduced himself as cass. "i'm maureen." she smiled as she shook his hand. "do you have any dancing experience?" she asked, somewhat hoping that he did. maureen was trying to think of simple warm ups she could have him do that wouldn't take too much longer, but would get his muscles going so he wouldn't pull anything.

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

Things were usually easy with Cass; he either liked or didn’t like stuff and most of the time the feeling was mutual when it came down to people. In turn, people formed an opinion on Cass pretty soon, and it was either ‘like’ or ‘not like’. Most of the dance students, he found out, fell under the second category. It was another thing Cass couldn’t understand… they were so competitive that every now and then you could even feel an air of wrath between them that could intimidate anyone. Art was competitive as well, but most of them were just too absorbed with their own styles and their own paintings and ideas that they were more seen like ‘self centered bastards’ than ‘competitive bastards’. Cass was actually surprised this girl, Maureen, had been so friendly so quickly. He expected a few sneers and a few workings of his ‘Cass magic’ in order to get her to at least let him watch her dance. Well, it was just less work and a lot more fun for him.

The entire place also had such a different atmosphere. It was like… sophisticated in a way. The mirrors were perfectly clean and the illumination was perfect. The floor, despite being slightly worn out from all the dancing, still looked like it was taken care of every morning and every afternoon after class. I didn’t compare to the art studios where there was paint and remains of thinner in practically every corner, including the ceiling. It was a nice change, but still Cass wouldn’t leave his art even if they threatened to cut his arms off.

“Nop, zero experience.” He laughed while smiling sweetly. Ok he did have a little experience, but he was also pretty sure that club dancing while you were absolutely wasted didn’t count. “All I can do is move my hips but I don’t think that’s useful in itself.” Of course he couldn’t stop shooting random dirty comments here and there. Doing so would just go against his Ciaran nature. Maureen seemed cool enough to be able to handle his difficult personality though, and considering that he really wanted to learn at least a bit he toned down his horrible manners and tendency to annoy people. “I like to watch dance students… does that count as experience?” He shrugged in an amused way. It could’ve counted you know… if he hadn’t been too busy staring at their asses to pay attention to their dancing moves. “But I’m all ears. I promise I’ll be a good student. What year are you in anyway?” She looked a bit older than he did but faces could always be deceiving. She could be an extremely hot and young looking professor, or a mature looking first year. Everything was possible in this academy… or she could also just look like her age and be what… a third or fourth year?

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[maureen antoinette dupont]

-- maureen had to wonder why this boy was down here. she had seen him a couple times, now that she thought about it. sometimes he would watch them dance. she never really paid much attention to him. he didn't say or hurt anything by watching. some of the other dancers made rude comments, but maureen didn't see what the big deal was. it wasn't like he was being creepy or anything. just as long as he didn't disrupt the class, it didn't bother her. sometimes having an audience (even if it was only one person) made things more interesting. everyone, especially dancers and their like, wanted to impress, wanted to stand out the most. you had to. you could always be replaced. and when dancers began to think they were irreplaceable, was when they were always brought down. karma could be a real biatch when she wanted to be. maureen tried to stay in favor. so far she hadn't had one major injury her entire dancing career. there was no way she could deal with an injury and not being able to dance.

-- no experience? it kind of surprised maureen. if he didn't have any experience in dance, she wondered if he watched them because he simply liked watching. maureen loved watching other dancers because she liked to, and because she picked up some interesting moves and techniques. she wondered what cass' major was. "well after today, you won't be able to say that any longer." maureen told him, smiling. introducing people to dance was exciting and fun for her. most people didn't realize how hard it was, or how much work had to go into it. "well, not in this type of dancing anyway." she told him playfully. she could detect the dual meaning in the tone of his voice, but she was just replying to everything in a g rated fashion. she could be perverted if she wanted to be, but she was still in dance mode. nothing else would be on her brain until after she had cooled off and probably got something to eat.

-- "well, maybe a little." maureen chuckled. at least he wouldn't be completely lost. you could learn a lot just by watching. but it depends if you're watching whats going on or the people performing. and she was sure this boy wasn't watching for technique. she nodded. "good. i'm a third year. and you?" she asked in return. he looked young, but she was horrible at guessing people's ages. considering some people looked older and younger than what they actually were. maureen had done that once, and the person had been younger. let's just say they were not amused and maureen had felt incredibly stupid for a very long time. she tended to put her foot in her mouth more often than not.

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

“Oh third year! Almost a pro then. I’m brand new, just a first year.” Cass said in a good intentioned way even if he was still mildly joking. Certainly a third year had a lot more experience than a first year but no one in their right minds would consider a student any kind of pro, no matter the art you were talking about. Some students had a lot more talent than others though, but professors still liked to bump them off their imaginary high stools and keep their heads off the clouds. Cass knew for sure his professors liked to do that. Often times he painted something he considered a master piece only to receive a B- while others he painted something in five minutes just to fill the grade and he was praised and his work exhibited in the school’s hallways. Professors were just weird like that…

Cass’ cat-like curiosity took him to actually walk all over the dance studio, staring at each and every mirror, trying to see if there was any visible difference in them. He looked at the bars, the floor, and even stared at Maureen’s stuff for a few seconds before returning his attention to her. “Hey you guys are really lucky. This place is bloody brilliant!” His very British accent escaped as he let out the pleased expression. “I’m absolutely using this room as drawing place for my next assignment. Wanna be my model?” He asked brightly and with that nonchalant air of his. He liked staring at dancers not because they had sexy moves, but also because Cass liked their curves and the way they seemed to glide. It sort of gave him inspiration for certain type of artwork but so far he hadn’t had the chance to draw anyone. Maureen seemed nice enough to agree to it, but that wasn’t what he was here for today.

“Anyway, what do I do first? Stretch?” He raised his arms to the ceiling and stretched hard but stopped as soon as his back produced a loud cracking sound and Cass flinched in pain. “Ugh, sorry, got null skill here.” He dropped his arms to his sides before bringing both palms to his back and placed them on the lower area, as if trying to subdue the pain. “I guess I just spend too much time sitting aye?” He chuckled, obviously amused at his own pain and lack of good physical condition. Just now he added a few respect points to dancers. They always seemed to be so fit and so ready to jump and move around while Cass needed very good motivation to even dare to think about doing exercise. Wanting to learn how to dance counted as good motivation though, especially with a pretty girl as professor. “Ok, take two.” He loosened his body and tried to stretch again, this time with a little more technique like he had seen other dancers warm up before. This time there was no cracking and no indications that his body might fall apart. Content with the feeling of muscles waking up he smiled at Maureen. “What type of dancing you're gonna teach me? Coz I think I’d do a pretty ballerina.” He tilted his head to the side while grinning. Cass was simply unable to leave the jokes and the messing around aside. It would be like asking the entire dancing class to go and paint a Picasso. It made things a lot more fun and interesting anyway. Cass never saw the point of being an uptight creep with a serious face all the time.

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[maureen antoinette dupont]

-- "i hardly consider myself a pro, though." maureen chuckled. "i remember being a first year. i'm sure you'll love it here though, if you don't already." she smiled. her first year had been kind of rough. she had been so focused on doing perfectly on her schoolwork, and putting so much time with her dance that she had often become fatigued and sick. she had made a few friends in her first year, but hardly went out anywhere with them. maureen remembered her aunt talking her, actually telling her to not stress out about her schoolwork so much, to have a little more fun, or she was going to get burnt out. all she could do now was chuckle in her mind at her younger self. she was extremely proud of the progress she had made over the past three years. she knew she still had a long way to go, though.

-- maureen watched cass walk about the room, seeming to study it. she figured he had probably never gotten to really see the room, since he was normally only in here while they were dancing, and she was pretty sure the teacher would have kicked him out for wandering around. the dancers wouldn't have liked it either. maureen had heard a slight accent, but she really heard it when he commented on the cleanliness and upkeep of the room. "thanks! we try to keep it really nice. all the dancers are really good about keeping it clean as well." she commented. they all had little chores to do around to keep it clean and nice. what would it say about them if it was trashy and dirty? that they didn't care about their work. maureen was naturally a really tidy and clean person, anyway. a small chuckle escaped her mouth when cass asked her if she wanted to be a model. had she ever been a model for someone? "sure. i don't think i've ever been one before, though." maureen was always up for something new.

-- "stretching would definitely be good." but she cringed when the crack of his back echoed through the room. "don't hurt yourself before we even start dancing!" maureen said playfully, grinning as she began stretching again. maureen started by slowly raising her arms above her head, stretching her back and standing on her tip toes. "just move your head side to side, whatever you normally do before exercising or anything." maureen suggested, figuring he didn't exercise that much the way his body was cracking. she didn't think a really good warm-up or stretch was necessary. it wasn't like they were going to be dancing hard or long enough to potentially damage anything. and for not being a dancer, he probably wouldn't be able to do some of the moves that were really strenuous anyway.

-- she laughed, nodding in agreement. "it's fine. i wasn't always this good. i was a train wreck when i first started." maureen confessed honestly. she remembered those first years of dance. it had taken even longer to get up her stamina and strength. there wasn't one time that she could remember that she wasn't sore or achy. it had been worth it though. now maureen couldn't imagine not being in shape. it had just become her life. maureen just chuckled again, watching him stretch more. maureen was already warmed up, and was ready to start dancing. "we can try ballet if you'd like. it's actually my specialty." she said playfully, although her eyes shone with excitement. maureen was really glad cass was fun and upbeat. she didn't do well when she had to deal with serious people. "oh, before we get started, could you take off your shoes, please? street shoes scratch the floor. i can take mine off too." maureen bent down and unlaced her dance shoes, walking over and setting them to the side.

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

“Oh I do love it here already.” Cass’ voice held again that innuendo tone that he could barely tone out while speaking to pretty girls. He just loved everything about the academy; the freedom of not having to answer to his parents, the art filled hallways, the atmosphere, and even the professors were cool enough. Sure, some entered the ‘old hag’ category but Cass always found his way to fall into people’s good graces. So far, so good. Cass had to admit that some of the people in here took things a bit too seriously though. He had met a few students, not particularly in art, who spent all day long at school either rehearsing or practicing something. Cass sure liked to spend time at school but he mostly did it to socialize and to make friends. He was seen as a slacker because of that, and the green jealousy monster sometimes reared its head when he got good reviews on a painting he took like half an hour to make while people who worked hard on their stuff got a B-. Of course Cass wasn’t comfortable with this, like any good artist he was overly critic with his own work but he wasn’t about to show that. Instead he did what he was good at, laugh it off and keep it all bottled inside. Perhaps he had a good share of growing up to do yet but well… he was in his first year, and it was time to have fun~

And this was the fun Cass was talking about. Learning how to dance with a pretty girl? Not many could say that. He smiled, pleased and almost excited at her agreeing to his request. He liked to paint things in movement, with flow, almost as much as he liked painting flowers but shhh, that was a secret. “You’ll do awesome, all you have to do is well… dance.” Cass shrugged, noting how many people thought it hard or strange when Cass asked them to be models. He didn’t like to paint poses so it became easier for whoever he painted. But anyway, back to the dancing! His body stopped complaining and actually welcomed the stretching. He didn’t do exercise, like at all, so he kept his mouth shut when Maureen suggested he do what he always did. Well he could’ve mentioned that sex was also one hell of an exercise but that would be highly inappropriate, even for Cass… or maybe not, maybe he just wasn’t in the mood to speak the filth he normally spoke.

Following Maureen’s instructions he moved his head side to side. Who would’ve thought working out felt so nice. He’d probably wake up sore and begging for a merciful death but for now it was alright. Upon her request he looked down at his own sneakers and back at Maureen. “Sorry about that.” Dropping to the catered floor he pulled the ties and dropped his sneakers in a corner where he remembered the other dancers tossed their stuff. His socks were of course very Cass-like, one was pale blue with lime green dots and the other had a similar pattern but was pink and purple. Running back to the center of the room he tried to halt but found himself slipping… or more like sliding across. “Whoah!” He exclaimed before regaining his balance and letting the polished surface take him further away. “Fun floor!” He smiled back at Maureen and ran again, this time towards her. Again he tried to halt and slid in a smooth and controlled way all the way to where Maureen was and stretched his hands for her to catch him. “Wooooooh!” He almost squealed while sliding through the fun floor. How come they didn’t have this floor at the art studio? Oh right, because then they would get nothing done. “I’m sorry!!” Cass apologized again, once he had collided with Maureen. “I’ll stop fooling around, I swear. Ok, ballet, what comes first?” He looked at Maureen with big blue eyes, eager to learn and equally eager to have fun~

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[maureen antoinette dupont]

-- "that's good to hear!" maureen said, smiling, ignoring the undertone in his voice. it seemed to be there regularly. she knew people that just had that tone to their voice. generally it meant nothing, and she was sure cass wasn't trying to be a pervert or anything. maureen had to agree with him though, she loved the academy. just, everything about it seemed perfect to her. she didn't know how people could actually want to leave their school, or couldn't wait to graduate. of course she wanted to branch out into the real world, but the academy was her home, it's where all her friends were. but she knew she would be ready to leave when graduation day came. she had always known this was the place for her. her brother didn't feel quite the same as she did, but he didn't regret their decision to go here.

-- had she just agreed to be a model? it was quite exciting! "well i can do that!" she grinned. what she didn't know, however, was if she could just dance on command. he might have to come to one of her own practice sessions or something. she wondered if he would be interested in coming to a recital. surely that should give him some inspiration as well! maybe she would ask him later. normally she didn't want her friends there to watch her. it was just something weird about her. maureen danced because she loved it, and loved performing, not to get attention or complements. it was such a rush to be onstage, dancing in group numbers, a solo, or if you were really lucky, a duet. maureen couldn't remember the last time she had done a duet though. she liked it, but it was so challenging!

-- a challenge for cass had been warming up, but maureen could see him loosen up and get into it. if you didn't work out very often, it could be really difficult. she hoped he wouldn't be too sore tomorrow. but maybe it would just persuade him to work out more. she thought everyone should get a little exercise in their day. it made her feel so much better. if she missed a day or two of her exercises she felt sluggish and just off. she hadn't missed a day in quite a while, though. "oh, it's fine." maureen assured him. the other dancers would have her head if she let someone come in here with street shoes on and ruin the floor. when she noticed cass's socks she let out a small giggle. "i like your socks!" she grinned.

-- he came running back at her, but instead of stopping, he began to slide across the floor. all she could do was laugh and enjoy his energy and playfulness. none of the other dancers had this much fun. some of them were just way too serious. he came sliding back towards her once again, and she took hold of his outstretched hands. she shook her head. "don't apologize! it's quite alright. i spend my day with uptight dancers. dancing is all about having fun!" she spoke, sharing her views. isn't that why they had all started dancing, is because it was fun? she couldn't believe how many people lost sight of that. "well, i've never really taught anyone before! so i should ask you what you want to learn? we could go through the positions if you'd like?" she was completely at a loss for where to start.