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Yes!
Landing that lift was the hardest thing, and every time he set Vo down, the pilie became a wobble, and the turn out of the ankle went, and that one was just damn right. Yes! Flowing through to the turn, and support on her pirouette, the slide of her waist under his fingers and step and turn and face and hold, hold, and bow.
He didn't even have to raise his head to look at Ms Carech to know that that one had flown true. The squeeze Vo gave his hand as they presented the close of the piece to their teacher just backed up his own instinct. Nailed it. His back ached from the lifting, and now he was stopped the sweat was beginning to cool on his back, but that didn't matter. The school did not permit their students to take the Pas de Deux class until they'd well and truly proved themselves - the boys especially had class after class on the importance of joint strengthening, and the angles, yadda yadda yadda, and this was why, though. Because when it went right it didn't just look like flying, it was flying ... It was more than possible that he was grinning like a lunatic.
"Nicely done" was their teacher's only comment. Trent straightened up, smiling to Vo. "Cameron? Kaitleen?"
The pianist started up the skeleton of the piece, and the next pair took their places in the middle of the studio. Trent and Vo rejoined the rest of the class - a grand total of ten, including the two currently going through the exercise - and there was a polite flurry of smiles and nods. They'd been the third couple to go and the first to be dismissed without some criticism, or a section to be repeated. The fact he was just about ready to bounce - more from the feeling of the movement when it worked than anything else - wasn’t going to stop anyone else shooting him daggers, but Vo's smile at least was genuine. The sense-memory of the movement as he ran over it again was reward in itself.
Cameron and Kaitleen also executed an acceptable movement, and Lee was only picked up for the turn out of his arms at the end - and if that didn't happen at least once per class, well then the end probably was nigh.
"Class. Take the center if you please."
That was their call for action, and the cycle of stretching and placing and examining, and re-working began again. The movements were sweet and right, and the pattern of them worked, and by the time were dismissed and escaped to the showers, Trent was smiling again, and the skeleton beat of the piano would keep him company right though lunch.
Landing that lift was the hardest thing, and every time he set Vo down, the pilie became a wobble, and the turn out of the ankle went, and that one was just damn right. Yes! Flowing through to the turn, and support on her pirouette, the slide of her waist under his fingers and step and turn and face and hold, hold, and bow.
He didn't even have to raise his head to look at Ms Carech to know that that one had flown true. The squeeze Vo gave his hand as they presented the close of the piece to their teacher just backed up his own instinct. Nailed it. His back ached from the lifting, and now he was stopped the sweat was beginning to cool on his back, but that didn't matter. The school did not permit their students to take the Pas de Deux class until they'd well and truly proved themselves - the boys especially had class after class on the importance of joint strengthening, and the angles, yadda yadda yadda, and this was why, though. Because when it went right it didn't just look like flying, it was flying ... It was more than possible that he was grinning like a lunatic.
"Nicely done" was their teacher's only comment. Trent straightened up, smiling to Vo. "Cameron? Kaitleen?"
The pianist started up the skeleton of the piece, and the next pair took their places in the middle of the studio. Trent and Vo rejoined the rest of the class - a grand total of ten, including the two currently going through the exercise - and there was a polite flurry of smiles and nods. They'd been the third couple to go and the first to be dismissed without some criticism, or a section to be repeated. The fact he was just about ready to bounce - more from the feeling of the movement when it worked than anything else - wasn’t going to stop anyone else shooting him daggers, but Vo's smile at least was genuine. The sense-memory of the movement as he ran over it again was reward in itself.
Cameron and Kaitleen also executed an acceptable movement, and Lee was only picked up for the turn out of his arms at the end - and if that didn't happen at least once per class, well then the end probably was nigh.
"Class. Take the center if you please."
That was their call for action, and the cycle of stretching and placing and examining, and re-working began again. The movements were sweet and right, and the pattern of them worked, and by the time were dismissed and escaped to the showers, Trent was smiling again, and the skeleton beat of the piano would keep him company right though lunch.