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[sage]

Sage smiled at Ayachi, finally, someone who seemed genuine in this school! Most of the girls seemed shallow and self-obsessed. The guys were almost all stuck up and full of their male ego. However, Sage liked Ayachi, and not just because she seemed actually excited about things. Gymnastics was one of Sage's favorite sports, something she had done for a long time.

"Thanks, and yeah dance is fun, I've done it for over ten years. I've dabbled in gymnastics too since I was about eight." Sage hated telling people how long she'd been doing things. Automatically, they either assumed she was perfect and was never going to miss a step. Or, they thought she was crowing about herself and disliked her. Pretty much either way she was screwed. But, Ayachi had to know that even years of practice at gymnastics didn't mean it was perfect.

"You should try out, of course, if Lorenzo lets us." Sage added, turning her smile from Ayachi to Lorenzo. He seemed to have a swagger about him, something that left him feeling assured about his life.
'Money,' was the first thought in Sage's mind, followed shortly after by, 'Looks.'

[lorenzobonaventure]

Cocking his head to the side, he listened to both the girls' banter, and finally smiled. "Being a captain, I am entitled to give individual auditions... Normally, I'd wait for Arya, but I'm fairly sure she wouldn't mind. Nice girl that Arya..." Yeah, nice girl. Cut the crap, man, she's gorgeous. Why don't you just admit that you've got a date with her to the entire world, why don't you? His thoughts were mocking little reveries. It seemed that there was another self, someone in his mind that reveled in taunting him and being utterly sarcastic. Good thing that little voice rarely chose to be heard by others.

"Alright then. Right here, right now. If either of you need to go change into something more suitable, then by all means, go ahead. I'll wait." Pausing for a moment, he suddenly nodded as if something had just ocurred to him, "Oh, and if either of you are interested, if I think you'd do well for the part, I'm looking for a contemporary dance partner for the next recital. It's just some little duet number. Nothing fancy... So, how 'bout it, ladies? Ayachi? Sound good to you? Most girls in gymnastics would pick things up rather quickly. Flexibility comes in handy for a lot of things."

His eyes flickered toward Sage for a moment, and his grin faltered. It was this odd sense of determination that seemingly oozed from her. It was fierce and agressive, almost frightening. It wasn't in her expression, nor in her body language. Simply in those make-up lined eyes, and to put it crudely, it excited him. Not in a perverse way, but in a way that made him want to break out in a spontaneous dance that was altogether wild. Today was going to turn out much more interesting than he first assumed.

[sage]

Sage smiled as Lorenzo agreed to let her try out. Boy this would be fun! Her plan, and yes it had been planned, had gone as she wanted, she'd gotten this far at least. Shimming out of her jeans, she revealed the black spandex shorts underneath. Though leotards and slippers were what she wore for ballet, Sage had never really cared for them much. She liked her bare feet and tighter clinging fabrics better.
"Alright, I'm ready." she said, noting how Lorenzo's grin had tripped up for a minute. Did he think she wasn't serious about dance? Sage knew her "look" was sort of "goth" or "punk." She hated labels, but it was what she was fitted with, almost like it had been tattooed across her forehead.

Proceeding to warm up, Sage bent over back wards in a bridge formation before slowly flipping her feet over and back up. It was her favorite stretch, though she knew damage was being down somewhere by the burn that fueled the stretch. Looking back over at Lorenzo, she wondered about his relations with Arya. Were they just captains together? Or was that lilt in his voice something more? Sage had seen Arya around, she knew that the girl was model gorgeous, and somehow it fit with her and Lorenzo. After all, popular beauty flocks together.

[aryajohnson]

The squeak of a door being opened sounded through the auditorium as a Hispanic girl stepped into it. Looking nervous, she looked around to see someone she knew slightly…Stranger, stranger, Lorenzo! It was very lucky that he kept appearing; she could say something in Spanish and he could translate for her. He’d be a useful captain. It was easier to converse with him; they WERE going to the beach party on Saturday together. She wouldn’t mind becoming better friends with the cute seventeen year old. By the way, he was the only person she felt slightly comfortable talking to.

“…pick things up rather quickly. Flexibility comes in handy for a lot of things.” “Alright, I’m ready.” The first voice she recognized quite quickly as Lorenzo’s, but the second one – a girl – she had no clue about. She saw a girl on stage warming up, but who she was a mystery. She wasn’t on the dance squad yet, or Arya would’ve known about her. She made sure she saw every single person on her dance squad before she made any decisions about anything.

Her tennis flapped against the stairs as she walked down towards where Lorenzo was. Her jeans made swishing noises as she thought about Saturday and ways to screw up. A white tank top clung to her slightly large curves, but she knew this was one flaw she couldn’t complain about. Boys seemed to flock her, but she shooed them away. She was too shy. Her shoulder length brown hair was in a half-up half-down, resting on her tan shoulders. Arya Johnson eyed the scene with skeptic brown eyes.

“¿Lorenzo? ¿Qué se está encendiendo? Dígales que sea su capitán... o el capitán de la danza, por lo menos,” she said with a beautiful accent to Lorenzo as she stopped beside him.
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[lane]

From the looks of it, Ayachi wasn’t about to get any of her acting out as Brittany the hyperactive child. It was suddenly becoming more and more apparent that she would be ‘trying out’ for a contemporary piece—something she wanted to do, though she didn’t have any of her clothes with her that would really work to her advantage, as far as her boots went. She nodded at Lorenzo, with a bright smile upon her face. “I’ll try out for it, then.” She assured him, running over toward the corner of the room and stripping off her jewelry and boots. She was wearing a pair of mid-calf white socks; and, paired with her red mini dress, she looked like a little girl from Christmas time.

She made her way over toward them, eyeing the invisible intensity radiating from Sage. She smiled warmly. “I’ll bet you’ll get the part, huh? I’m kind of just doing it to at least try.” Ayachi beamed at Sage, glancing at Lorenzo briefly to signify she was ready to make an idiot of herself. She stood with her legs slightly apart, rocking back and forth from her toes to her heels. I’m glad I wore spandex shorts underneath my dress today! Ayachi thought momentarily.

“OH! Wow, you speak Spanish?! You’ve got a gorgeous voice.” She mused aloud. “Aren’t you the dance captain person? I wish I was actually in dance…” She laughed slightly to herself. “This would make everything much easier if I were, don’t you think? My name’s Ayachi, Captain Dance…Person.”

[lorenzobonaventure]

Lorenzo cringed. Oh, what. The. Hell. She just came up out of no where, demanding que pasa this, and que pasa that. It scared the shit out of him. "Eh, que tal, Arya? Ellas son bailarinas y hacen un audicion... No necesito autorizacion, verdad? O, yo no debes hacer?"

He looked like a scolded puppy. Eh, what's up, Arya? They are dancers and they are going to audition... I don't need authorization, right? Or, I shouldn't do it? It was as if being caught red handed in some sort of wrong doing... But he hadn't done anything wrong. As co-captain, he was indeed allowed to audition other dancers, so long as he introduced them to Arya later and made sure that they had the talent. So why was he so anxious? Perhaps it was because he had claimed to be so high and mighty earlier, full of authority without Arya at his side. Perhaps.

Looking over at Ayachi and Sage, he flashed them both a quick grin, "Just one moment, ladies. I've got to take care of something here..." Turning back to Arya, he looked inquisitive once more. God, he hated predicaments like this. So irritating.

ooc;; SHORT. xx Brain... FRIED.

[aryajohnson]

So Arya just basically told Lorenzo to do this and that. Well…he was her date for the beach party. AND he was the only one who she was comfortable with. And he was mainly the only one she could talk to without being a complete and utter fool. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to walk up and start commanding things…but that’s okay. He’d forgive her. She didn’t know, but she hoped he would.

“Eh, que tal, Arya? Ellas son bailarinas y hacen un audicion... No necesito autorizacion, verdad? O, yo no debes hacer?" One look at Lorenzo was all Arya needed was to burst laughing. It reminded her so much of her dog, she just couldn’t contain herself. It was too funny. She finally stopped laughing, just enough to reply to him.

“No, no,” she said, smiling. “Está muy bien. Apesadumbrado para saltar abajo de su garganta. Acabo de desear saber qué se encendía.” She looked towards Sage. She didn’t recognize any of those words, so once again she turned to Lorenzo. What would she do without him? “¿What'd que ella apenas dice?”
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[sage]

Sage watched as Arya came in, and an instant flash on green envy passed threw Sage’s dark eyes. It was gone as soon as it came and one might think they hadn’t seen it. But it had been there. The captain of the dance team was someone Sage had heard about, she was supposed to be gorgeous and a great dancer. However, she was also supposed to be shy. Clearly she wasn’t, seeing as she came quickly up to Lorenzo and began to speak fluent Spanish to him.

Sage didn’t want to be jealous of Arya; there were more important things in life then beauty. But still, Sage was envious, but not to where she would disrespect or dislike Arya. No, Sage was ready to follow this girl like a lost puppy if it meant a national title. So, Sage put on her best smile and nodded to Lorenzo, catching a few of the words of the conversation.

Eighth grade Spanish B could only teach you so much, and Sage didn’t understand half of what was said. Like most native speakers, Arya spoke quickly, and Sage wondered how Lorenzo responded easily. She’d never really been able to grasp Spanish, too much, too fast.