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.”