Dancing is a passion.

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina walked into the dance room. She missed this place a lot over the summer. Where she lived they didn't have a room like this. Nothing like this. In fact the dance studio in her home town was dumpy. She smiled as she slipped on her ballet shoes. She had many talents when it came to dancing but she wanted to do some ballet. Nothing beat the feeling of dancing in a good dance studio. More the less being able to do this for a class. She giggled lightly. She looked around again, trying to memorize the room around her. Sighing again she realized how much she missed this place. Her heart swelled with pride. It was hard to get into this school and she did it on a scholarship. She smiled widely.

She put in her Ipod as she stood up. She began to do a little ballet that went along with the music. She twirled and kicked and jumped all at the right times. Her legs ached a little with each little move. It had been far to long since she had danced like this. Her breath came shallower and more frequent. She continued to dance even though her body and muscled were telling her to stop. None of that mattered right now. All that mattered was the dancing. She twirled for a while. She got dizzy and decided to work on her leaps. She smiled until her cheeks got sore. Then she just smiled with her eyes. She worked on her fortes. She did some spinning, but she fell to the floor and decided that was enough of that. After she worked on everything she thought she should and could she did a little free dance. She jumped, twirled, leaped, and shook what she had.

She danced until she fell to the floor. That was were she laid, panting, sweating, and with every muscle screaming at her. She was singing with her song, that was not her talent at all. She didn't care for the moment it was just her and the high that she got from dancing. She was tired. Her legs kept moving on their own. She pulled herself into a sitting position to stretch a little bit. It was a necessary thing after the first dance of the year. Normally she waited until she got back to her dorm, but she knew she had to do both. Sighing she sat up and stretched some more. She bent over and stretched out one leg. Then she did the same to the other one. She plopped back down on her butt. She smelled the place around her, listened to her music, and enjoyed the sweet feeling she had after she danced.

[Cara Donovan]

Miss Cara Nicole Donovan skipped into the beautiful dance room holding her dance bag, and a water bottle. She could not believe that she was back in her favorite place at Gordon Parks' Academy for the Arts. All Summer long she was able to be a dance teacher at a dance camp, but it was just not the same. That dance studio just did not have the feeling that this one has. As much as she tried over the Summer, she could not get the picture of this dance room out of her head. One of her favorite things to do during her classes over the Summer was to tell her students about her dancing at this school. They always asked her some interesting questions about it. She always answered them all with a smile on her face. Even all the other dance teachers wanted to hear about her time at GPA. So, she told them as much as she could. They soon got that once Cara starts talking about a subject, it does not stop too soon. She just goes on and on about it. Thinking about this, she laughed out loud at herself. It was then that she somewhat missed her Summer job, but only just a little.

Today, Cara was wearing a light pink tank top that read, "Dance for Life" on it, her black dance shorts, and her tan dance tights. As she was skipping, she threw her hair up into a high ponytail. Her hangs hit her sunglasses as she was taking them off and placing them ontop of her head. Cara was not paying too much of attention, so she did not see Kristina sitting there. She walked over to the rather large CD player, and put in her dance CD. She quicky put on her tap shoes, and hit play. Then, she started to warm up to Rihanna's "Please don't stop the music". She did not even know what happened, but what seemed like twenty seconds later the song wss over, and her sunglasses had fallen off her head. She had just breezed though the song, and did not even know she was dancing. The music just went though her, and her feet did all the work. That's what people say makes Cara such a good dancer. Because she is just able to feel the music, and still listen to the beats that it plays.

Cara hit the pause button on the CD player, and went over to where she placed her water bottle. She took a small sip, and looked into the mirror. There, she saw that her hair was a little bit messed up. This made her mutter to herself, because had forgot her brush in her room. Looking in the mirror again, she screamed a little. No, it was not because she saw herself, but it was because she saw someone else in the room with her. Why hadn't she seen her before now? Cara giggled lightly, and turned to face this other girl. "Hi, Kristina." Cara said in a friendly voice. 'i didn't see you sitting there before."

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina had just about finished her stretch and was about to leave when Cara walked in. She didn't seem to notice her at all. Kristina saw her though, and all her beauty. Kristina had always looked up to Cara. Her poise, beauty, and raw talent drew Kristina to her. Now as she looked at her sprint to the CD player all those feeling came back to the front of her mind. The thing is Kristina figured out over the summer that she was Bi. Knowing this and then seeing her made Kristina wish she was normal. She didn't know Cara personally, but she watched her dance. She didn't just know the music she felt it. Kristina tried not to look as she continued to sprint. She didn't want one of those awkward moments where she was caught staring and asked why. She didn't like the looks she got when she admitted to liking both sexes. In fact she lost a lot of her friends over that. Kristina was physically attracted to Cara, but she was not about to let that affect her maybe friendship with her.

Kristina just about died when Cara began to dance. She was more beautiful in practice then in the plays. Maybe it was the natural feeling that was about her that made that much more attractive right now. Kristina sighed lightly. She didn't notice and neither did Cara. Wow, I never thought that this would happen. Me and Cara in the same room. She thought with a small smile on her lips. It wasn't the physical attraction that amazed Kristina it was Cara's talents that had her hypnotized. She moved with such grace and poise and it just looked like it was her spirit showing. It was beautiful. Kristina couldn't look away, and she wasn't trying to. She tried to push her eyes away and she couldn't. Kristina watched Cara's every move, end every curve. She didn't mean to be creepy or anything it just happened to be what caught her attention.

As soon as Cara stopped dancing Kristina was able to drop her eyes to the floor. She heard the music stop and Cara walk across the floor. She heard the water bottle be picked up, drank out of, and put back down. She heard her mutter and in response Kristina smiled. She hadn't looked up yet or anything. She was honestly to scared. Then she heard the tiny scream and that forced her eyes from the floor to Cara's. Kristina let out a little gasp of surprise. She was not expecting to come eye and eye to her. Oh crap! She is going to think I am some creepy person that was stalking her or something. Kristina thought as she battled with her eyes to look away. She was losing the battle. Kristina smiled in relieve as she talked to her. Then the blush came because of the same reason as the smile. "Hey Cara. It's OK I was just you know stretching." She looked down at her feet. "I was just leaving so I guess I will leave you to it." She said as she stood up and brushed herself off. She picked up her bag and threw it over her shoulder and turned around just so she couldn't see Cara.

[Cara Donovan]

"Oh!" Cara said when Kristina said she was about to leave. "Please don't leave, Kristina!" She walked over to her, and looked at her. "I would just love it if you could help me out with something. You see, they want me to dance with a partner this year in a number, and I need some help. Do you mind? You really just have to stand there and twirl me around randomly. Oh please, Kristina, " Cara begged, "I'll be forever grateful." She pulled her blonde hair out of her pony tail, and brushed it out a little with her hand. Then, she threw it back up. Her sunglasses fell off her head -again- in this process, and sighed and picked them up.

Before Kristina could answer, Cara walked over to the CD player again. This time, however, she sat down and put on her ballet shoes. They were brand new, and have never been worn before. She was not a huge ballet fan, but she wanted to do something kind of new to her this year. Not that she was bad at ballet. No, this was not it at all. She was quiet good, really. But, ballet went too slow for her. She liked the fast pace that jazz, tap, and hip-hop had. Cara does like pointe a lot too. She taught a pointe class over the Summer to a group of teenagers who were just about the same age as her.

"It's a good song," Cara went to number sixteen on her CD, "I made sure I was dancing to a good ballet song with my partner. I didn't want to get stuck with a song that no one knew and would put people to sleep." She laughed, and played with her hair a little. She hit play, and Edwin McCain's "I'll be" filled the room. "You see? It's a great song." She did a few leaps before putting the song back to the start, and then hit paused. "So, what do you say? Please help me?"

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina was just about to open the door when she heard Cara talk to her again. She turned around and looked at Cara. It was kind of hard to do because all she wanted to do was turn around and look at the floor. Wow! Wait rewind. Me dancing with Cara. No I must have heard her wrong. She thought as Cara went and turned on the radio. There was no way Cara would want a girl like her. She was just so plain and blah while Cara was like wow. Kristina tried to picture her dancing with Cara, but she couldn't seem to put that image in her head. It was to surreal. To amazing for her to even think about. To much of a dream come true. No way in the world of Kristina would Cara pick her over everyone else. Yet here it was the unthinkable happening and she was just standing there like an idiot.

Kristina sort of taped her foot with the song. She like the song. Then again there weren't very many songs Kristina didn't like. Kristina began to dance a little as the song went on. She was a dancer and she couldn't resist the urge to do just that, dance. Kristina realized she was doing ballet moves. The song really was perfect. Not to mention the fact it wasn't some old fashioned song that most people wouldn't like, it was newer. In fact she remembered the first time she heard this song. She closed her eyes and let the feeling of the music over power her. She was now on cloud nine. She felt her legs moving. She felt the muscles in her leg ache. She also didn't care as long as the music was playing she could dance. She would dance. She might even run up the stairs. Her leg throbbed, maybe not. She smiled as she twirled or whatever it was she was doing.

The music stopped and she came crashing back to earth. It all hit her at once. She had just free danced in front of Cara. She had no idea what she had done. Cara really did want her to dance with her. Holy wow there is no way this is actually happening. She thought as she looked in Cara's eyes. Bad idea she felt her heart rate increase and the warmth in her cheeks. She tried to pull herself together again and it was harder then you think it should be. "Me? Really? Why?" That was the first thing that came to her mind and out her mouth. She could have slapped herself. In fact she wished she would have. "I mean yes of course." She smiled that was better. "Although I am not one to just be on the sidelines." She didn't know why she said that and it made her feel sort proud and scared. Her hands were shaking and the blush remained on her face. She hoped her eyes were as calm as she wanted to be.

[Cara Donovan]

As Cara was dancing a bit to the music, she noticed that Kirstina had started to do some ballet moves. She watched her for a moment. She was good. Very good. She was a ballet dancer, she could tell. It was just the way she moved so gracefully that gave it away. Of course, not that Cara did not move gracefully, but it was really just the fact that she got bored with ballet very quickly. She had to put that aside for now, because she was asked to do a ballet dance this year...along with tap, jazz, hip-hop, and pointe. Most people like to think as pointe as a ballet dance, but not Cara. To her, they were very much different. In ballet you were supposed to do only swift ballet moves. With pointe, you had to not only beable to do ballet, but jazz as well to get the moves just right. Therefore, ballet and pointe were very different.

Cara chuckled at Kristina's question about why she had picked her. "Incase you didn't notice, " Cara looked around the room and made a cheeky grin, "There isn't anyone else in here." She giggled lightly, and then added, "and you do very well with ballet, so of course I'll ask you to help me." She then took another sip of water, and splashed some onto her face. As she was waling back over to the CD player, she heard Kirstina say something about not being one to stay on the sidelines. Cara turned around and looked at her, with an eye brow raised, "Well," she gave a happy smirk, "Then thank goodness this doesn't really count, right?" She started to walk towards the the CD player again, and then turned around again. "Oh, and for the record," she threw her hair back, "I never stay on the sidelines....ever."

Giving a little cheerful shurg, Cara hit play again. "Ok, so," She looked around the studio for a second, "You stand right there," she pointed to the middle of the floor, "and just twirl me around when I come close to you, "Ok?" She hit the play button again, and looked back at her. "I really cannot thank you enough. If you ever need help with anything, you can let me know. I'd be happy to help if I can." Once again, Edwin's soft, beautiful voice filled the room.

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina like to do ballet, but it wasn't her main passion. She enjoyed more pointe then anything. She liked it more because she could mix styles into one. It also had the widest variety of music for it. She grew up with ballet though, so she was good and she loved it. Her mom used to do ballet and she often took a lot of stuff from Kristina. Crazy as it seems Kristina at age 5 was inspiring her mom with dance moves. That was also the reason she was put into dance. That and her mom needed someone to watch her while she was in class. Her mom had long since dropped the class and now Kristina was further advanced in her dancing then her mom ever was. She often hears her mom complain about buying new shoes all the time, but she also hears the pride in her voice when she is telling people about her girl. The twins were not so much dancers. They were more destroy everything kinda people. Kristina sort of smiling while she thought about her dysfunctional family.

Kristina looked at the floor as Cara said the reasons why she picked her. The first reason was not a good one. She knew it was far to sweet to be anywhere near the truth. Kristina was just the lucky girl that happened to be in the room at the right time. She blushed brightly as she was complemented. She never did get complemented very often. Other then by her mother, but she didn't count. It was a lovely feeling, being complemented by such a lovely girl. She sighed silently. "You are way better then me." She said without a second thought or regret. Kristina raised her eyebrow as Cara continued to talk. It sounded like she was saying that she was the center of the dance and Kristina was just a tool. She did not like that one bit. In fact it put a disgusting taste in her mouth. "We could work together." She suggested. That way neither of them would be on the side and they would make a good team.

Kristina did what she was told and she went to the center of the room. When Cara came at her she twirled her. Kristina danced in between twirls though. She was not just going to stand there like an idiot. Besides she couldn't help but dance with the music and all. Kristina was a laid back person and she really did like helping people, but she also wasn't one to let other people get all the attention. She did as she was told, and also what she wanted. Kristina was in a groove now. Dance and twirl, and dance and twirl. She smiled as she was doing this. Dancing made her smile in general. She sighed lightly as she continued to dance. She had forgotten who she was dancing with. Just the fact that she was dancing with a person. They matched almost talent wise. Or at least Kristina thought they did. She may have been wrong. Maybe Kristina just had a big head. Or maybe she was just so lost that nothing could bring her down.

[Cara Donovan]

Cara did not like the way her new dance shoes felt. They were always so hard to dance in at first, but she was always able to wear in her shoes in about a week or two. While twirling and such, she kept glancing down at the floor at her new shoes. They were very pink, which she loved, but they just did not feel like hers. Her ballet shoes always had a bit of dust all over them, and worn in so well that the pink turned almost tan. That was just the way she felt most comfortable. But, over the Summer she wore her old ballet shoes so much that a hole came in at the bottom. She was so sad when she had to throw them away. She ended up having her little sister, Tailor, do it. Mainly just because Cara is a big baby when it comes to doing things such as throwing away anything dance related. Thinking about all of this, she wasn't even paying on bit of attention to what was going on around her.

Looking around, she saw Kristina dancing to -her- ballet song. She stopped dancing, and watched her do her ballet moves. She sort of reminded Cara of her oldest little sister, Alexis. She always used to do what Cara did....even though she hates dancing, and only used to dance when Cara made her. This thought made Cara giggle, and look over at her dance bag, which had a picture of the two girls on it. Shaking her blonde head, she started to dance again. She just ignored her thoughts, and went back to feeling the music flow threw her. It was when Kristina said something about working together that she stopped dancing again. "Well," she paused, "I'm just supposed to dance with a boy, is all. Not that you aren't a good dancer, because you are, it's just this dance is typically done with a male partner." She shrugged again, and shut off the CD player. Cara walked over to her water bottle, and took a huge sip. It was so hot outside today.

"Ok, I think it's time for pointe." Nodding her head, Cara took off her ballet shoes, and put on her pointe shoes. She placed her socks on over them, so they wouldn't get dirty, and walked around in them. It had been three whole weeks from the last time she wore them, and wanted to make sure she still had the feeling. She does not do pointe the normal way. She always does a jazz dance in them. Cara's old dance teacher told her that she would do an awesome job at that, so she tried it....and loved it! She walked, on her toes, over to the CD player, and put the track on number nine-teen. Soon, the song 'If my friends could see me now' filled the room, and Cara beamed. "I love this song. My little sister, Alexis, was Charity in this play. She got to sing this song." She told Kristina and smiled, "She's a good little actress. I did all the dance moves for this play."

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina looked at Cara's shoes. They seemed new. That reminded her that she needed to get new shoes. She sighed. Her big toe is sadly starting to say hello to her again. She didn't really mind getting new shoes. It was just the fact that they were always so stiff. On the plus side they also protected her toes a bit more because the padding isn't so worn out. Kristina had her love hate relationship with her new shoes. She just needed to find the pair that would match with her outfit. Although she didn't know the play they were doing, so the shopping would have to wait for after class one. She was hoping she could wear green again. She loved green it was her favorite color. Last year she had the perfect opportunity to wear green, so she did. She sighed again as she continued to dance. She was still feeling the music and moving to it as her mind had wandered. She looked at her shoes as she moved and realized she really did need new ones.

Kristina watched as Cara watched her. It made her nervous like maybe she wasn't doing something right. She stopped dancing when Cara did. She listened to her speak. "Well why did you ask me if you need a guy?" She asked without thinking. It wasn't rude or anything, she was just curious. Cara wanted a make partner and yet she had asked her it just didn't make any sense. Kristina like to make some sort of sense. She was wondering if Cara just asked her to see her dance and sum up the competition and if so that would have been really rude. Although Kristina like to play fair she knew others did not. She really wished she would have thought about that before she started to dance. She was a trusting person so she never thought of anything like that. She thought all the people were good at heart and honest and good. She still didn't want to except the fact that a lot of people lie to her everyday.

Kristina watched as Cara put on her pointe shoes. Kristina watched as she put socks over them. Now that is a bit extreme. Shoes get dirty and ruined that is what shoes do. She never got why people washed their shoes or why people freaked out over a rip in their shoes. They are just shoes after all. She shook her head lightly and slipped off her ballet shoes. She was beginning to feel unwanted and her legs were really beginning to kill. She stretched lightly and watched Cara. She wasn't shy around her anymore. She kind of thought about the homework she will have to do soon and how much funner that will make dancing. Dancing is Kristina's stress reliever. She looked around the room and stuffed all her stuff into her bag. She sat down on one of the seats and watched Cara. She was looking at how she could dance with socks on her shoes. That took talent. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of Cara's feet.

[Cara Donovan]

Hearing Kristina's question about why she has asked her for some help made Cara grin. It wasn't a smirky grin, but a friendly one. She tended to do that when she thought something was funny, or silly. She gets that look from her father. Her mother told Cara that Kyle, her father, used to do that when he thought something was funny, but did not want to laugh. She thought that laughing would not have been the nice thing to do. Not that she wanted to laugh at Kristina, she thought she was a really sweet and nice girl. So, the playful grin stayed on her face the whole time she started to talk.

"Well, I wanted to practice, so I asked you to help me. I wasn't doing it to be rude, I just wanted to get the feel of dancing with someone else," She paused a second before talking again, "I'm used to just doing solos, you know? I used to think that other people would hold me back...but now I'm starting to get that it's good to dance with other people...to get the idea of having someone to work with." She thought that it summed up what she was thinking pretty well. Not that Cara even knew if what she said made any sense to anyone but her. She's kind of slow, and thinks differently than most people do. Sometimes, Alexis or Vanessa have to tell people what she means. They, for the most part, always understand what she means...or the main point behind it.

Cara saw Kristina look at her socks over her toe toes. "I have these on here because one, I don't want to get my new shoes dirty, and two because it makes it harder to dance, so when you finally take them off the dance seem much easier." She shrugged, and still danced. She then thought about some of the homework she had to do. The thought made her groan, and she really did not want to do it. She was really thinking about not doing it...but knew better than that. When she was a freshman, she barely ever did her homework until class was about five minutes from starting, that never ended well for her. Infact, it almost always ended with her mom screaming at her over the phone. "I like these socks." She said randomly, and looked at her pink socks with princess crowns on it.

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina bit her lip. She didn't know why she did it. It was one of those things that you never really know why you do it you just do. She also never realize she is doing it until someone tells her that she is. Although she was doing this she didn't know it. She sighed lightly. She didn't know what to take of what was being said to her. She kind of knew how Cara felt and then again not really. Kristina never really listened to everything people said. She listened to bits and pieces. The thing was though Kristina was listening to everything that came out of Cara's mouth. She hated listening and yet here she was listening with all her attention. It was not an easy thing to do for her. In fact it was down right difficult.

Kristina felt the blush heat up her cheeks. That wasn't what she meant. She just wanted to know why she was picked. She didn't think Cara was being rude if anyone was it was herself. She sighed. Taking in a deep breath she opened her mouth and hoped the words that came out were the right ones. "I didn't mean that you were being rude." She smiled that seemed about right. "I just was you know wondering why you would pick me if you needed a guy." She nodded her head. "I never had a problem working with people. I always thought they were a major help. Besides you can't do things all by yourself." Kristina's blush darkened. She had no idea what that sounded like to Cara. She was trying to be nice to her. Obviously Kristina needed to work on her people skills.

"I don't get why people worry about if their shoes get dirty. It isn't like you can't clean them." She let the words slip out of her mouth as she listened to music and Cara's feet combine. She opened her eyes as soon as she said it though. She was hoping it wasn't rude. "I don't mean that like in a rude way or anything. I just simply don't get it." She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I think that I understand the whole dancing part of the socks over shoes thing." She smiled. "I was never able to dance in my socks until I came here and the teacher made me. I wish I would have practiced that more. I probably will." She looked back at the socks and smiled. She choked back a laugh. She was laughing at the memory of her first time dancing in socks. She was horrible. Kristina never thought people did that for their own accord though. She shrugged.

[Cara Donovan]

It was at that moment that Cara did something that her little sister, Alexis, tended to always do. She looked Kristina up and down. It wasn't a bad thing, Cara only ever did it to get to know something. Kristina kind of made Caea wish Alexis did dance. She did not know why, but she almost reminded reminded her of Alexis. It was her attitude of her looks, but more of her presents. She was younger than Cara, and really pretty. Just like Alexis. Only, Kristina looked nothing like her, but oh well. She giggled lightly at her own thoughts. Or, amybe it was because she was picturing Alexis dancing. It sort of reminded her of Dorthy Brock. She was a fanous actress in the 1930's that was so, so talented in acting, but sucked with dancing. That was her sister in a nutshell. Plus, Alexis and Dorthy were both huge drama queens, and both always needed to be the center of everyone's attention. She shook her head. She didn't really even know why this had anything to do with anything.

With Cara, you can almost tell what she's thinking by the way she smiles at you. If she gives you a soft, sweet smile, she's thinking that you're a sweetheart. If she gives you a wide grin, she's laughing in her head at something that you said or did. If she gives you a smile that shows off her pearly white teeth, she's almost always having an idea that she thinks is good. Or, if she gives you sly smile, it means that's she's thinking something about you that she shouldn't. She really did get this from her father. He was the same way. "Oh good, because I'm really not a rude person. I kinda leave that to my sister to be. Not that's she's rude...just...outspoken." She smiled a soft, sweet grin. "Who says you can't do things by yourself?" She laughed, and walked on her toes some more. It was really weird for her to even be doing this so early in the year. Toe dancing was usually done (by her, anways) towards the winter. Oh well, might as well do it now and get it over with.

"Dancing is socks is no biggie. It's just a little harder, is all. I think once you get over the shock of looking like an idiot, you do much better." She giggled at her own dumb joke. She wasn't the funny one in the family. Her older brother, Rhyan, and her little sister, Alexis were. Her and Tailor always tried to make a joke, but almost no ome ever laughed. They laughed at Cara's dumb-blonde-ness...but that's about it. She also gave a sly smirk at Kristina when she was laughing. She knew it had to do with an old thought or memory, and Cara figured it had to do with an old dance or something. "I think you've seen me dance enough." Cara turned off her music, and took off her shoes and socks. "Let me see you dance." Miss Cara smiled sweetly, and sat down on the floor, waiting.

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina sighed as she watched Cara look her up and down. She didn't much like that though. She hated it when people looked at her that way. It made her feel like they were judging her by her looks. Not to mention the fact that by looking them up and down you have told them that you were checking them out. She shifted uncomfortably. She tried to hide her obvious displeasure. That motion was a major turn off. Just the simple look over made Kristina's skin burn. She never did it to people and she hated it when they did it to her. She expected it from guys. It didn't bug her so much when guys did it. When girls do it, well it drives her nuts. Not the movement really, but what that could mean. It could mean that she simply wanted to compare your body to hers. Then it can mean that she was better then you and she just had to look you over to prove it.

Kristina smiled as Cara talked. "I don't think if people watch you dance you could ever look like a fool." She sighed and wished she could say the same for her. "It is really hard when you just start off." She sighed and watched as Cara turned the music off. She blushed a bright red. "Me. Dance." She could feel the sweat began to form. "I am not good at dancing in front of people that know what they are doing." She admitted with a look at her ballet shoes. Kristina very rarely ever danced for people that knew dance. She would dance at recitals and concerts or other group gathering. When it came to her dancing in front of one or two people. She flips. She took in a deep shaky breath. "I will try though." She tried to calm herself. It wasn't really working. She knew she had to let things go.

She walked over to the only radio in the studio. She hooked her Ipod up to it. She flipped to "Nobody's fool" by Avril Lavigne. She stood there as the entrance music played. She was letting the beat settle in with her. She closed her eyes and just let go. She did a couple leaps. She twirled. It fit with the music. Her moves were elegant. Not as elegant as some of the other dancers but not bad. She just let what she felt about this song and what it meant to her into her dance. She just let the fact that, to her the song was about growing up and not falling for the tricks people play to turn them into someone they feel fit to hang with, flow through her moves. She didn't even remember anyone else was there. She just got into the music. As the last note stuck she leaped into splits. It was a classical move, but still a good one.

[Cara Donovan]

When Kristina said that when people watch her dance, they don't look at her as a fool, Cara couldn't help but laugh out loud. She gave her a very friendly smile. She loved it when people told her how amazing she was...without really even saying the word "amazing." Smiling even bigger, Cara said, "Not a fool, no...but maybe something." She couldn't really put a finger on it. She was a very good dancer...but sometimes, with her dopey socks on, she looked really...silly. She guessed that was the word she was looking for. "Just, do your best dancing. I don't really tend to judge people. I taught young children over the Summer, so I'm used to a few mess ups or whatever." Miss Cara Nicole Donovan really wasn't one to judge people's talents. That's one thing she hates about her sister. She never gets to know a person before giving them some sort of label. They'll be walking around town, and Alexis will point to people and say, "Whore" or "Prep" or "Emo"...without even a second glance. "I can't wait to watch you...try." She sat down on the clean wooden floor.

She watches Kristina dance. It was to a song that she really did like. That was one thing about free dance that Cara loved. You get to pick your own song. Being a dance teacher, she knows that she can't please everyone with her song choices. If she put on a Hannah Montana song, there was always one or two girls that told 'Miss Cara' that they hated Hannah. If she put on a Jonas Brothers song, she got the same thing. She soon figured out that she'd have to take the good and the bad with the songs. Again, she looked at her dancing. She was good. Cara could tell she was a little nervous, though. She didn't seem to like Cara watching her. She wondered how she could fix this. She herself never had this problem. She knew she was born to be on stage....performing in front of people. She always liked an audience watching her. It was just in her blood.

"That was really good, Kristina." Cara said, and stood up. "You really went with the song." She always had something nice to say to someone after the put themselves out there. The only thing she would comment on is the moves that she used. She saw those moves used by girls that were younger than they were. Sometimes it was ok to do a shuffle, or a flap...but not all the time. She almost didn't say anything, but then thought that it wouldn't be mean, but nice. "I could help you with a few new dance moves, if you want." Cara took off her toe shoes as she started to talk. She found her tan jazz shoes in her dance bag, and took them out. She placed them on her feet, and stood up. That's what she likes about tan jazz does- they're slip ons. You don't have to lace them up. "Just a few, if you'd like." She liked the girl, but she wasn't going to to give her all her famous dance moves.

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina shrugged. "They might think you look a bit silly." She let that sentence say it all. Everyone looked silly at one point or another. She actually liked to be the person people laugh at. Well as long as it was on purpose. She didn't like people laughing when she says something wrong or gets the wrong answer. That makes her feel like crap. She liked it when she was being silly and people laughed. That makes her feel like she just made a couple people smile and smiling makes her day, so it might make theirs. "Everyone is silly at one point or another though. I personally like being silly. It makes me feel like I helped someone." She sighed. "Sometimes I put that into my dances." She really was a silly person. Not that very many people knew that since she is mostly silly in those boring classes. She knows when is good and when to just stay serious.

Kristina always had this high after she danced. It was sort of when she laid there on the floor and just thought about what she might have shown in her dance. She was doing that now. Most people thought she was just resting after the wonderful workout dancing is, but that was not the whole case. She liked the time to think. The time when no one expected you to say anything as you are gasping for air. Sometimes she took that high and it lasted for hours. Other times only minutes. It depends on how long the dance was and what kind of mood the dancer is in. Kristina generally thought more when she was kind of down in the dumps. She didn't know why that was, it just was. She had theories though. She thought that when she was down she tended to put more of her problems into the dance, giving her more to think about. This high only lasted until her breathing was even again.

"Thank-you for the compliment." Kristina was never rude. She wanted people to like her. "Dancing lessons from you?" It was a question only because Kristina didn't understand the offer. She was not trying to be rude. She just didn't understand why someone would want to teach her when she could turn out to be that somebody's competition. It was just one of those things that showed people's true character. Kristina guessed she never thought about giving lessons. She also thought that she wouldn't be very good at it. "That sounds awesome." Kristina was still a bit confused about the motive. She was trying to understand. She thought that maybe it was just the Sophomore dancers that had problems with each other. "I just don't get why you would teach me when I may be your competitor." She let the words slip from her mouth. "Not that I am not ungrateful for the chance of course. I didn't mean to sound rude." She added quickly so Cara didn't get the wrong idea.