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Post by erinnovelist on Jun 8, 2010 17:34:20 GMT -7
 just a small town girl livin' in a lonely world[/font] she took the midnight train goin' anywhere[/font][/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] " Deserted as always," Bree grumbled in her trilling high soprano voice; it reverberated off o Bree Hunter let her gaze flicker to the sun as it sent warm rays to her figure sprawled out on the floor of the practice room. She shook her head in disgust and tossed her flip flops off of her feet and stood up. Shaking her hair back, Bree piled them into a high ponytail. Letting her messy, midnight tendrils fall against her skin, Bree began to breath deeply and evenly. Bree withdrew her iPod from her jean pocket and blasted it on loud. Jesse McCartney's "Body Language” greeted her as she tapped her foot to the beat. The music was intense as Bree began to grind to the tune. The infectious beat blasted from the tiny speakers at an ear shattering volume, shaking the wooden floorboards and vibrating through the teenager's body. Bree glided across the floor, executing combinations of jazz slash american ball room dancing moves. Her body moved sync with the fast paced tempo of the music. Her tangled tresses flying about while arms and legs moved in dynamic patterns, the steps blending into each other, creating a form of imagery and metaphorical pictures for any passerby. Suddenly, her bare foot caught the edge of a raised floorboard and Bree managed to face plant into the ground. Groaning in frustration, Bree merely laid there, unmoving, before gathering her sweaty figure from the floor, stalking over to wear her duffel bag lay. Shoving a hand into it's deep pouch, Bree revealed her book of jazz moves. " Heel toe, heel toe," she murmured to herself in repition, following the sequences before putting the book down. Suddenly, she once more lost her balance. " Damn it! Nothing is right with this place!" [/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] tag; Song; Inspiration; Bree
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Post by caitlyn on Jun 13, 2010 20:26:12 GMT -7
Caitlyn walked into the practice room, watching the other girl. She was a good dancer yes, but she focussed too much on theory rather than actually letting her body move with the beat. It was a key thing she had learned from all the lessons she had taken. She nodded to the lip in the floor that the other girl had tripped over. "They really need to fix that." She said calmly smiling at the other girl. "I'm Caitlyn by the way. And you are?" She asked holding a hand out to the girl. She looked familiar, but then again Caitlyn guessed she was one of the Hunter girls. She could never keep track of who was who with them really. It was odd, for once she was helping someone else get off their ass after a hard practice when normally it was someone else doing the same for her, but she had to admit. It was nice to be the good guy for once. Dancing had never come easily to her, but that was why Cait liked it so much. She loved a challenge and dance was one around every corner. Especially hip hop where you had to constantly stretch your body to it's limit and then some. It was why she preferred hip hop over anything else although when it all boiled down, she liked it all. The precise moves of ballet, fluidity of lyrical, the communication you needed in ballroom. It all was so challenging but so very rewarding. "I loved the last combo at the end, well before you stumbled but you were thinking too much into it. Just let your body flow with it instead of trying to be precise." She said gently, smiling. Caitlyn herself hated getting advice but once she got over that she took it into consideration and she knew that it almost always helped her become a better dancer. Sure it was an ego bruiser, but it put you just that much closer to your goal of being amazing at dancing. She just wanted to be able to go home finally and tell her mom that she had done it. She was wanted as a dancer because of her talent, not daddy's money. She wanted to earn things in life, not have them bought for her. She always felt so guilty when her parents did that because someone else who deserved it could have it, but she had weaseled her way into getting it so they couldn't have it. It made her feel slimy. click me |
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Post by erinnovelist on Jun 16, 2010 11:30:01 GMT -7
just a small town girl livin' in a lonely world [/font] she took the midnight train goin' anywhere[/font][/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] " Bree," she announced in return as she accepted Caitlin's hand; with a sigh, she heaved herself off of the floor. Bree Hunter narrowed her chocolate eyes in the direction of the new girl; she had beautiful copper waves. With a smile, Bree huffed rather loudly and picked her iPod up from the floor as she waltzed across the practice room. She could tell that the newcomer was a dancer by the way her curves stretched out and her toned thighs. " I loved the last combo at the end, well before you stumbled but you were thinking too much into it. Just let your body flow with it instead of trying to be precise." " Thanks for the advice," Bree answered in response as she turned her body towards the girl. " I don't recognize you. Do you dance? Or sing? Or what?[/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] tag; Song; Inspiration; Bree
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Post by caitlyn on Jun 16, 2010 16:28:59 GMT -7
Caitlyn smiled at Bree. The other girl certainly had talent, she just had to stop focusing on all the little things and think of the big picture. Everything would meld together on its own.
"It's no problem, and I dance, music production's a hobby of mine though." She said grinning. "And I'm going to guess that you dance, right?" She said brushing her coppery curls out of her face, annoyed with them as always. They just could never ever be tamed. Thanks Ma, she thought venomously.
Her parents were certainly not her favorite people in the world. In fact, they were easily on the people she most disliked list. They had an inability to let her be who she wanted to be, but boarding school was better than being stuck at home with tutors and constantly with them. Although boarding school was strict, it wasn't nearly so strict and didn't have classes on how to be a young lady like her parents wanted her to be, but they were just going to have to deal. It was their odd way of meeting in the middle with her even if it still wasn't her preferred option. She wished Camp Rock would up as a school and she could just spend her whole year here. That would be a dream come true.
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Post by erinnovelist on Jun 25, 2010 9:23:56 GMT -7
just a small town girl livin' in a lonely world [/font] she took the midnight train goin' anywhere[/font][/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] " It's no problem, and I dance, music production's a hobby of mine though. And I'm going to guess that you dance, right?"" Bree shook her head as she glanced down at her bare feet. She did appear to be a dancer, and in truth, she was. But that was why she was at Camp Rock. She was training to be a dancer as well as singer. The entertainment industry had appealed to the Hunter triplets at a young age, and as the oldest, Bree had been a little bit more focused than her younger sisters. Kat, she was not so sure what she was determined to follow through on - and Breland seemed more interested in the art of dancing more than anything. Bree was the confused one. " Dancing and singing," she murmured to Caitlin; she laughed half heartedly and threw her midnight tresses behind her ear. " That's why I came here. I need to figure out which one." Bree never felt more out of place. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] tag; Song; Inspiration; Bree
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Post by caitlyn on Jun 25, 2010 9:48:05 GMT -7
Caitlyn noticed instantly that this was a sore topic and was quick to try and smooth things over. She detested to be in awkward situations or make another person feel awkward. It was just.. Well, awkward. "Well you could do both. I mean seriously how cool would it be to go to a concert for someone with a freaking amazing voice and then they bust out in wicked awesome dance moves halfway through." She said smiling at the other girl.
"But if that's not for you, then Camp Rock is the right place to figure out which one you like better." She said brushing her long curls out of her face. They were pretty yes, but the annoyed her to no end. She'd never really cared about her looks much. Just dressing how she felt comfortable, but this year she kind of had cared. She didn't want to look like a slob in front of everyone, she had a rep to protect.
"And honestly, you could make it as a dancer. I promise." She said holding up a hand solemnly. Katherine did look like a good dancer, there were some things that she needed to work on, but that was the beauty of dance. There was always room for improvement and new things to learn around every bend. It never ceased to amaze her.
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Post by erinnovelist on Jun 25, 2010 11:22:53 GMT -7
just a small town girl livin' in a lonely world [/font] ]she took the midnight train goin' anywhere - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] " Well you could do both. I mean seriously how cool would it be to go to a concert for someone with a freaking amazing voice and then they bust out in wicked awesome dance moves halfway through. But if that's not for you, then Camp Rock is the right place to figure out which one you like better. And honestly, you could make it as a dancer. I promise." Bree chuckled nervously and toed the ground in eagerness; she let her gaze flicker to Caitlin fidgeting with her long, copper curls. She had to admit, the girl was quite pretty. The untamed curls were something she appeared cautious about, but in all and all, they were cute in the mix. " Thanks," Bree said with a bright smile. " It really helps that people think that I have some talent in dancing. It's just hard to choose. Singing and dancing have always come easy to me, but now that I am at Camp Rock - it seems like the competition is getting to me. Some people have been here for god knows how long and I feel like a novice. I mean, my own little sister is showing me up! People like you know the ropes here and know what you want to do... Bree sighed and laughed to herself. "And you are listening to me ramble on about my problems... Sorry to load all the crap on you.." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] tag; Song; Inspiration; Bree word count; 345 outfit; cutie.banner; by me credit; HACE SOL?! of CAUTION 2.0 |
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