TITANI-uhh... you weren't supposed to hear that (open)

[Chassy Trouble]

It was usually dead in this part of the building at this time of the day on the weekend. How did she know? Well, this wasn't the first time she'd dipped down to the auditorium to part take in one of her secret pleasures. The fact that no one had been in the hall had been a good sign for her, and  had been what had kept her from just passing by the entrance to the large room and a peek in to see that the area was equally empty had her  making her way over to the piano that was practically calling to her.

"Let's see what I can get outta you today, hmm?" Chassy almost whispered to her inanimate friend as she sat down and gently prepped the keys.

She started with a warm-up, testing out the different notes to listen for which ones pleased her the most for that moment. Then she rose a brow.

"Oh really? That one? If you say so." She stated before clearing her throat and flexing her fingers a couple of times.

Then, resting her fingertips gently onto the keys, she began to play.

"You shout it out, but I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much.
I'm criticized, but all your bullets ricochet
Shoot me down, but I get up.

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away.
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away.

You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titanium.
You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titani----"

She stopped abruptly. The singing, the playing, all of it. It was cut short and she was quickly swinging one leg over the bench so she'd be straddling it rather than sitting properly. Why was this? Well, because she wasn't alone. She just didn't know how long the other person had been there for.

"These are not the droids you are looking for." Chassy stated with a Jedi wave of the hand.

It was the first thing she could think of to do right then.

[Calliope Gallo]

Ever since she lost her job - by no fault of her own - Callie had lost a space to dance in frequently. She honestly missed it; from the space to the people to the fact that she got paid to do something she loved. The money hardly mattered to someone like her, but it was a rarity that most people her age weren't graced by. It'd been a lucky break.

But now, the auditorium was the best she could manage. Really, it was that or one of the training rooms, but compared to this they were so frequently taken up.

As she walked past the doors, her ears immediately caught the sound of music. A familiar song within itself, the half-Greek dancer found herself lingering towards the back seats, glancing towards the distant stranger with the pretty decent singing voice.

That was, until it stopped. Without a word, she knew she was caught, and tension shot through Callie's muscles, forcing her to straighten her back.

"I don't know what that means, but-" A pause, a slow breath in and a contemplative expression, "I... Wasn't eavesdropping in a bad way?"

[Chassy Trouble]

Blonde hair, blue eyes, cute but not completely her type. She'd flirt with her anyways, knowing her. But only if given the time and if the mood hit her just the right way. Chassy was like that though. But then again, there was a chande that she might not do it too. She wasn't a complete flirtball after all. That, and the other girl had just walked in on something she hadn't intended on anyone ever seeing. So, there was that.

"It means that what you heard and saw, was something that wasn't really heard or seen." Chassy stated with a smirk and a raise of the brow as she pushed herself off of the bench and made her way away from the piano to make space between herself and the scene of the crime.

She wanted to steer the conversation away from what she had just been doing after all. And the best way to do that was to draw attention away from that. And from her.

"So what brought you here? People don't usually pop by this time of the day."

Yes yes, steer it in her direction. Let the blonde focus on herself rather than what she had walked in on. How long had she been listening in on her for anyways? No, she wasn't going to ask. To ask was to admit what had just gone on and to drag that portion of the conversation on for longer.

[Calliope Gallo]

Callie pondered the explanation given for a lot longer than she likely should have. As much as she wanted to make sense of it, she simply couldn't. She chalked it up to someone having a moment they didn't want interrupted. Private talents were something of a normality to express on that particular stage.

With a small nod, she indicated towards the stage she'd been thinking of. Truth be told, she found nothing strange about the question given to her.

"I was going to practice." Callie replied, taking small steps further down the aisle. "I'm a dancer."

For whatever reason, she assumed people knew that about her already. Another small point of naivety for the blonde. "You've got a beautiful voice." She tried, indicating towards the piano, "I can't figure out why you'd try to hide it."

[Chassy Trouble]

When the blonde cheere-leader type girl told her that she had been about to practice, Chassy rose a brow. It seemed that she wasn't the only one who had been looking for a private spot. Before she had to wonder on what exactly was going ot be practiced, the other girl filled her in by volunteering the information. She was a dancer, she stated.

Alright, so dancer, not cheerleader. Though, she still looked the part. Before the brunette could make a comment to further keep the topic and spotlight on the other girl, the blonde went to complimenting her on her voice and stating that she couldn't figure out why Chassy tried to hide it.

"Dunno what you're talking about." Chassy denied rather quickly and with a shrug.

"I'm using my voice right now, aren't I? And as far as everyone is concerned, this is the only way I'm using my voice, unless you count the fun bedroom times." She added with a smirk and a dirty joke.

[Calliope Gallo]

Callie offered a small rise of her eyebrows. Given the trajectory of the conversation, she couldn't rightly figure out how she'd be misinterpreted. It might have been a minor set back on her own account. That was usually how it was. She rolled her shoulders back in the form of a shrug, throwing off the thought before she continued.

"That feels..." She started, pausing for a moment try and figure out how best to explain herself. Or rather, how the two moments coincided in her own head. But then, she shook her head, "Right, I heard nothing."

Because that was a thing, right? That was the thing here?

Fingers played along the length of the strap of her bag, feeling the usual itch in her joints with the silent cry for a decent work out. "But I get it, y'know. Compliments and stuff." She continued, turning to walk the length of the stage itself. To the stairs at the side, anyway, "Some people get super awkward about fielding the nice ones."

[Chassy Trouble]

That feels what? Where were the feels? What were they? Chassy couldn't think of where the blonde might have been going with that sentence. It was more of curiosity that had her thinking these things than the anxiety towards anyone finding out she could sing or any kind of pent up sarcasm from her having been caught out.

Luckily, and unluckily, the other girl decided to start off another sentence and finishing it this time, speaking an agreement that she hadn't heard anything. Chassy, feeling somewhat comforted by this, went to walking along the edge of the stage, half playing with balance and half just playing around in general. She did stop though when the girl started talking about compliments and awkwardness.

"Nothing to get awkward about. Nothing happened, and like you said, you didn't hear anything. It doesn't exist as far as anyone else knows." She stated, her tone casual now as she turned and went to walking along the stage backwards to give herself a challenge.

"I like compliments though, especially about how cute I am, or how devilish." She stated before giving a soft twirl then facing the girl again with a smirk.

"So what kind of dance?"

[Calliope Gallo]

Tiptoeing along the proverbial edge of two conversations got a little daunting in particular moments. Callie felt as if she continuously veered too close to one side, like curving a parallel line into the other's direct trajectory. But she already said she'd stop doing that, so why was she still doing it?

"Right. Got you." She reasoned. It was the last time, and the definite nature of her lighter tone shared that she was almost positive of that fact.

With an immediate smile, Callie's free hand reached up to filter through the nature of her blonde locks. Dragging some behind her ear as she took steps up to the stage herself.

And just like that, they were on her again. "Ballet, when I was super young. Jazz. A little tap, but I didn't like it so much." She reasoned, rolling her shoulders back. Half in a shrug, half to give herself a little movement, "Contemporary before high school. Hip hop not long after." There, a short list. And something for the girl she'd already accidentally taken something from.

"I could tell you you're cute, if you'd like." She started instead with a light shrug. Her bag hit the floor with a weightless sound; nothing but clothes in there, really, "It's not quite a perfect compliment, since you sorta asked for it. But it's not a lie, either."