Stealing the Stage {Owen}
Nov 20, 2008 18:29:23 GMT -5
Post by Tyler Hale on Nov 20, 2008 18:29:23 GMT -5
It wasn't often that Tyler allowed himself the indulgence of trying to use the Theater for his dance rehearsal. He knew that theater students had the priority over it, and obviously he'd never stay if someone came up and had to practice a text for their own class, but he'd still decided to take a chance, because though the dance classrooms were mostly perfect when it came to practicing, they were closed and nothing like the places they had to perform in, seeing as all the presentations they did were done on a stage like the one of the Theater. It just put him more at ease to practice there, because he felt like it would be easier to adapt from the classroom to the stage when they started doing rehearsals. It was more like preparing himself for the next classes that would be coming, and it was just better that way. Not that he really had all that much troubles doing the transition from a classroom to the stage, but it was just important to him to get to know his surroundings better when he was trying to dance in a more professional manner.
After getting some of his homework done in the first place - he didn't really want to have loads of school work to do on a Sunday, because it always seemed to him that Sunday was the day of the week on which he could relax more than any other day, even Saturdays - he'd taken his portative radio along with some of the CDs that held the songs he was working on and put on a second layer of slightly warmer clothes to head outside, though he didn't plan on dancing with those on. Mostly, he just danced with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, though it did happen that even the t-shirt would be thrown aside, because the less you had on, the easier it was seeing as you had nothing to block your movements. Well, he'd never gone to the point of dancing naked, but dance outfits weren't usually all that covering, especially when it came to thighs, which were most definitely not comfortable, at all, especially for one particular part of his body. And then, he was one of those guys who shaved his legs, because hair and thighs could be pretty much painful.
When he reached the Theater, he made his way inside, hoping it would be empty and finding that it was apparently his lucky day, unless someone was hiding in the room, but there was nobody to be seen on the stage. Maybe that wouldn't last though, so he figured that it would be more logical to just hurry and start practicing. He walked on the way to the stage and used the small stairs to get up on it, glancing around to make sure he really was alone and placing the portative radio on a corner of the stage, putting on the first CD and searching for the track he'd need. He got rid of the extra shirt and sweat pants he'd put on top of his regular clothes before placing himself in the middle of the stage and taking a deep breath, waiting for the music to start. When it did, his body responded automatically, not even having to think of the movement that would follow the current one - his body knew the music, was acquainted with it. It was one of the things he loved about dance. He could forget. Not think, just breathe, and dance. He didn't need anything else in those moments.