ll Dance The Night Away ll (Tag:Cynthia)

[Aphrodite Digiovanni]

Aphrodite Digiovanni walked in with her head held high, and walked in with purpose. This young female needed a job, and this would be perfect for her. She spoke to Cynthia about getting a job here, and today was her audition. Aphrodite had plenty of experience in dancing, she danced since she was old enough to walk. She plenty of dance classes, she could waltz to tap dancing, to erotic dancing. Today she wore her hair in soft light waves, it cascaded down her shoulders. Her spiked heeled boots clicked on the hard floor, she had another pair of shoes with her, in case it was another type of dance, Cynthia wanted.

Her dark black short skirt flared with the sway of her hips, her long dark legs bare. She wasn't dressed slutty or skimpy, she was dressed for dancing, and beauty. She brushed her hands against her silk top, it was dark red, like the color of blood. She smiled as she saw the madame of the house. She smirked as she approached her. "Aphrodite Digiovanni. I called about the dancing position. Here are the papers, recommendations from my dance coaches and talent advisers ." She handed her the papers and placed her hand on her hip. "I can do ballet, waltz, tap, modern, to a mixture of various of other dances." She said. She nodded her head to the stage and walked up to it, she walked with confidence and with elegant grace. She walked to the middle of the stage, and handed a disc to one of the men. "Play this, track 4." She said in a kind but firm tone.

As the man scurried away, to play her music, Aphrodite, switched from her boots to a pair of flats. After a few moments, the music began to play. She was going to do a mixture of ballet, hip hop, and erotic dancing. She grinned as she began to sway and bend her body to the music, she closed her eyes, her mind and body getting lost into the beat of the music. She sighed softly as the beat grew faster than before, she easier matched the beat to her movements. Soon the music stopped, she opened her eyes and watched how the madame thought about her audition.

[Cynthia DeMato]

Cynthia turned upon hearing the clicking of boots on her hardwood floor, seeing a young woman approach her. She turned back towards the young man who was standing next to her - a suited fellow with a bowler hat and thick-rimmed glasses - and waved him off dismissively. "We'll finish this conversation later," she said, and based on the frown plastered on her face, she didn't seem terribly happy about the conversation they had been having anyway. As the man reluctantly moved away, the brunette turned back towards the girl, a wide smile suddenly appearing across her features. "Aphrodite, yes," she said, recalling the brief conversation they had had; after all, one didn't easily forget a name like Aphrodite. She was certainly as pretty as the name suggestion, that was for sure. She took the papers into her hands, looking over them briefly as the younger woman rattled off her experiences. "Okay, great," she said, nodding her head; it was certainly an impressive resume, but could she rise to the occasion? "Show me whatcha got," she offered, as she took a seat between two younger stagehands at a small table in front of the stage.

She watched diligently as Aphrodite performed: yes, she was certainly a good dancer. There was simply no denying that. What's more, she could really own the stage, make you want to watch her, and that was very important in a place like the House, which could often get rowdy towards the end of the night. She was impressed, but she wanted to see more. After all, this could have been pre-choreographed and rehearsed many times over. She wanted to test the girl's ability to improvise; she also wanted to see how quickly she could learn and repeat a series of dance steps - they often only had a week to choreograph, stage, and rehearse their entire shows for Friday and Saturday nights - but that would come a bit later.

"Brava!" She sang as the music stopped, rising to clap politely, as did the stagehands. "Very graceful, very precise," she said. "I see you are as experienced in the craft as you say," she added with a smile. "Now, I want to test you. This may be a challenge but I think it will be telling." She walked over to where a young man was controlling the sound system. "Track 11," she said as she handed him a cd from the shelf, before returning to the stage. "I just love this song, but I haven't been able to choreograph it in a way that feels right. It's definitely a dance number, as the lyrics just aren't very good and the singing is, frankly, crap no matter who it comes from. It's got a good beat, but damn is it mid-tempo, which can be hard to make exciting. I want to see what you can do with this." She retook her seat as Lady Gaga's "Heavy Metal Lover" started playing. Cynthia really, really wanted to work this song into a show, but even she was having trouble making it work. "Give me sensual, give me sultry, give me seductive - but Jesus Christ, don't give me slutty." After all, that simply wasn't what La Maison Magnifique was all about.

[Aphrodite Digiovanni]

Aphrodite listened to the beat, getting the feel of it. She knew this song, and already had some moves planned out. She looked at Cynthia, and gave her a grin. "I thought this was going to be a challenge." She gave her a wink, before beginning to move to the beat. The young woman, moved her hips this way and that, bending her body to the right beat. If Cynthia wanted sensual, sultry, and seductive; she would get it. Aphrodite moved to the music, as if she was made for it, or the music was made for her. Her dark eyes watched for Cynthia's reactions to her dancing, and then would close as she went back to getting lost in the beat.

As the song ended, Aphrodite stopped, in her final pose. She grinned softly as she stood on the stage, her head thrown back, and one arm wrapped around her chest, her other arm around her waist. She slowly looked at the other woman, and rose a brow. She nodded to the stage hands, before grabbing her towel from her bag, and wiping her face and chest. She then set it back in her bag, and walked off stage. "Lady Gaga is one hell of a woman." She murmured with a smirk. "I went to a few of her concerts"