[MxM/Yaoi | Casual] Somewittyname and Nezzu

[Nezzu]

Our story...

Wanting a break from his busy, busy performances a world known dancer leaves for an up scaled dance school which he had been discovered at. Returning to where he had started he looks for new faces that could possibly help him out with his recent slump. When there he finds that he is praise, something not new to him. Like everywhere else he is talked highly of and everyone wants to always be around him. When he actually shows up for a dance class he is introduced to the new dance star of the school. The dance star is a poor boy that had gotten into the school because of his talent and for his scholarship. The boy doesn’t hate the dancer but also doesn’t praise or think highly of him. When the dancer makes a mistake, the dance student does point it out and doesn’t hold back what he thinks. The dancer not only likes this student, but also sees that he may actually help him get up from his slump.

Dance Theater
The bright theater lights completely lit up the room. Men and woman spread wide apart covering the wooden stage floor. The girls all dressed in their white leotards, matching white ballet shoes, and hair tied back in either a bun or ponytail. The men had it easier just a white shirt and dance pants. Everyone had to warm up on there own. Jorge Cage matching the other dancers, had stretched for a good 10 minutes. He had long hair for a guy, but doesn't like to tie it back so it often get in the way of his eyes. Brushing the strand of hair out of the way he headed offstage to wait for his turn to perform. The judges has just and it was time to start. Jorge Cage just being their made the amateur dancers even more nervous. However when he was on stage he made a horrible blonder, his loose hair flew in his face, he didn't spot properly, and his pirouette ended right on the floor.

It had been cloudy before I left to the auditions, but the forecast didn't predict any rain. That's what I get for leaving my umbrella. The parking lot of the large theater only had a few cars, from the employees and everyone auditioning, and felt very empty for such a large area. On a show day they would have a hundreds of viewers, the parking lot would be at the point that people would have to park else where and walk for a good 5 minutes. The side walk was darkened by the pouring water that drenched the ground, several puddles covered the asphalt. I don't think I have anywhere that I need to be. He considered sitting down at a bench bellow the theater under hang. I'm in a really tight position, I cant believe i let myself fall this low. 2 years ago i would have been able to get a staring role, now I'm lucky to be a background dancer. He looked up at the overhang contemplating what he was doing wrong, Its supporting rows had bird spikes placed on them. Must be unfortunate for the birds, they would have to find another place to avoid the rain. I'm really in a slump lately, practice doesn't even help, I just cant get motivated like I used too. It might sound cliche but when I was at dance school the sky was the limit. My performances where always my best work, I practiced daily and perfected every step of the foot tell I had choreography memorized perfectly. The rain began to let up as the sun peaked through a opening in the clouds. I've sat around here long enough, I should be heading home, maybe grab dinner on the way.

The Next Morning
Jorge sipped from his mug of coffee, the caffeine waking him up from his groggy morning state. Sunlight peered in through the kitchen lighting the room where he ate breakfast. In its a small dinning room table that would seat about 6 people. There where red place mats at every seat and a pile of costars of the the side, one was being used for his current cup of coffee. I sudden vibration in his pants pocket caught his attention. I forgot to take my phone of silent... wonder who is calling. The ID on the phone read Nick Andrew, it was his old friend, who had recently became the vice principle at the dance school he used to attend.
"Hello? What do you need." Jorge was not a morning person, and definitely not talkative during the morning so he skipped strait to the point.
"Hey Jorge, Its been a long time. the afternoon class could benefit from meeting a professional like you, and you still owe me a favor, so I think you know what I'm asking" he chuckled through the phone.
"I have thing to do myself you know. I cant come visit you classes every week" he responded slightly irritated.
"Its just this once, not like you have any other work to do."
"Fine. Ill go, but no more pestering me about favors."

[Somewittyname]

Dance Class

Jason watched as the girls once again spun and tried being caught by their partner, it ended with five girls being caught and two falling well screaming at the unlucky soul who was chosen to be said dance partner. Leaning against the cold wall the young man examined his worn clothes that he had been lucky enough to find in good condition at the drift store he could shop at. Running his fingers through his dirty blond-honey hair the boy looked up as the teacher called him over; he always knew when he was going to be called to be an example of how someone can be such a wonderful dancer by just being born with it instead of having to pay for lessons. Jason had been lucky enough to attend the high end, rich kids, private, well gated school that was so out of finical lead that he wouldn’t have even been able make it there if the 240 bus didn’t drop him off two blocks away from the school. Only reason he was there was because of the dance scholarship that had been given to him when he was in the seventh grade and the fact he was very good student when it came to all the subjects.

“Mr. Wheeler, would you please pair with Emma and show these boys how to correctly perform this piece.” She asked as the one of the girls who had been on the floor quickly stood and walked over to Jason. Nodding he smiled to his partner for a moment before the music was started back and the two were given the floor. Jason executed every memorize move without problem, there was some emotion behind the dance but not very much but either way it looked perfect and if they were in costume Jason would have probably be one of the main roles. The girl looked worried as she came to the part to be caught and Jason was able to catch her on the first try, it lead to them finishing the dance and their teacher praising the two. Mainly Jason. The poor kid was both a student and a object to make the rich kids try harder unless they wanted to be showed up when it came to actual talent.

After the class Jason found he had a free day since it was a half day. Changing into his jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black sports jacket the out of placed seventeen-year-old had started following the other uniformed teens out of the class room when Mrs. Storm called Jason back in.

“Jason, Jason, I just wanted to tell you that you did a wonderful job as usual and that you should stay after class tomorrow. I heard we are getting an old dancer that use to come here and well I think you may be the most benefited to stay and have a chance to get great tips. He used to be in many dance performs.”
“Uh, yeah sure. I’ll think about it Mrs. Storm … was that all? I need go caught my bus.” Jason said as he made inch to the door. The woman nod and frowned slightly, like many of the teachers they felt sorry for Jason and always tried to help him out, it often ended with Jason viewed just as the “Rag Doll” which was his unofficial name to many of the staff and students at the school.

Next Day, Afternoon Classes

There was much chatter in the class as Jason entered, the girls were giggling and he kept hearing the name “Jorge Cage”. Putting his backpack down on the floor the teen took his spot against the wall by the large sea bay window. One of girls, Jasmine, came over to him and smiled brightly
“Aren’t you excited? Jorge Cage is coming to our class! Heh. I would think you’d be the most happiest, with how you dance he must be one of your role models.”
“Actually he isn’t. I don’t think too highly of him, he is kinda of a … well wash out now and he hasn’t been in any starring roles for the last three years or so now. Anyone barely hears or reads about him.” Jason voiced his honest option. Jasmine shook her head and gave Jason a look. Rubbing his neck the boys try giving a signal that he didn’t want to talk but the girl gladly kept speaking.
“Rag Doll, you really shouldn’t say things like that. He is famous and he came from this school. And so what if he hasn’t been in any major roles? Could be on a break.”
“Alright, alright. Whatever you say, but I still don’t see the big deal.”