The lucky new member of staff {open}

[Emmanuelle LaBeau]

She chuckled as he ran over to start the music. She'd almost forgotten that there was none and would have waltzed right then and there to silence. The song that came on was beautiful, much like a lot of other aspects of the studio she was finding. It was simple, but elegant. She didn't recognize the song, at least not this version of it.

Reece quickly came back to her and took her in his arms to begin. His form was flawless from what she could remember. She couldn't help but feel a little self conscience. It'd been a long time since she'd waltzed, or danced at all for that matter. She didn't want to disappoint him or make a fool of herself. She wanted to impress him.

He was a good lead though. It seemed effortless and she would just submit and go with whatever and wherever he pushed her on the floor. "I've probably seen them around." She said not wanting to talk more about his sisters now. She only prayed they were at least a little younger than her. She didn't want to seem immature or put him off to her age. She wanted this job.

She looked down at the ground and smiled then looked back up at him. Magic. She could tell that this boy was simply magic. Or at least that's what it kept seeming like. She knew it was just his abilities though. "You don't have to keep doing it if it's making you tired." She told him. He'd already charmed her enough and she was having a difficult time already remembering she was to keep a professional relationship with him. At least in theory. She was getting carried away though. She was sure that he used his charms on everyone and whatever girl he was going to hire before she happened to walk in probably would have gotten the same treatment. She had t stop thinking that she was special.

[Reece Turner]

She's probably seen them around was not a good sign so Reece dropped it quickly. Maybe she'd had a run in with Becca and he really didn't want her to think he was anything like Becca. He saw her smile when he told her to notice the clouds but then blinked in surprise when she told him that he didn't have to.
"Doesn't it feel like you're dancing in the clouds all the time when you start dancing? I don't mind suffering for my art. Not at all. "
Reece twirled her outwards and danced his way back to her side without missing a beat.

Then he realized what she must have been thinking and he shook his head quickly before taking them into a quick spin when the song finally ended. He stepped away from her, bowed in a gentlemanly fassion, kissed her hand and dropped it before straightening up.
"I'm sorry. I'm too familiar with people who share my passion. Tell me when enough is enough okay?"
Reece raised an eyebrow and ran his hand through his dark curls brushing them out of his face look enough for her to see the sparkle in his eyes.

"You're the perfect partner, by the way. Want me to teach you privately or with the rest of the class. I'm simply asking because I can tell you weren't lying. You are a quick learner. If we do private lessons, we can go at your pace and during your hours. With class you won't have to stare into only my boring face but you'll get to meet a few other dance partners. What do you say?"
He asked as he watched her.

[Emmanuelle LaBeau]

She chuckled. "I guess it does feel like that if you're with the right partner." She laughed remembering when she was younger, "I once was partners with a boy who had less grace than a pigeon toed alligator after it's tail was lit on fire." She said her southern accent slipping out. "That, did not feel like dancing on a cloud at all." She said then sighed looking back down at the mist for a moment. It was stunning, yet again. She feared for what other tricks he had up his sleeves.

The end of the dance was flawless. He was an excellent lead though, something she guessed came with being a teacher and good enough to be in the ABC. Then he kissed her hand. She hoped she wasn't blushing again. She remembered to breathe, that seemed to help. She felt so dumb. He probably thought she was like 12. "no, no. It's fine." She assured him. "Dancing is lovely... it's like love and in a lot of ways the only kind of love one needs." She said truthfully. You could be in love with someone while you danced. Absolutely head over heals in love with the music and the movement, the human connection came as a side effect. For 3-5 minutes while the music played you could be as in love with that person as you wanted in a committed relationship where your energy flowed together as seamlessly as a stream meeting a river. Beautiful. But once the song was over you were alone again, safe, back to where everything is safe and easily controlled. With a love loved and lossed all without any pain. It was the ultimate relationship for a commitment-phobe.

She smiled when he complimented her then listened placing her hand on her hip. "Uhm... well... hmm tough call... I AM already getting sick of your face." She said, "Would it be possible to do some kind of mix. Maybe a few privates and then a couple groups to mix it up." She said. "That way I'll be up to skill to even help you demonstrate some things to the class if you needed it." She offered. She was there to work for him after all and getting lessons for free. She might as well make herself as useful as she could.

[Reece Turner]

Reece couldn't help but burst out laughing at the mention of her other male partner who'd not made her feel like he was sure he was making her feel. That sigh had been all the proof he needed to know she was feeling the magic in their dance. Like Cinderella did when the prince had that dance with her or Belle when the beast took her to the floor, or well, any other couple dancing like the they were in the clouds rather then on the ground. That was what had always completely and utterly fascinated him about the world. He just wanted her to see dancing through his eyes.

It was his whole life since he was about five years old. Whether he wanted it to be or not. That was what his mother had given him to do and he'd done it without hesitation or back talk or anything else and now, all he knew was how to dance and how to dance well. Reece's awkward moment came in when she mentioned that dancing was like love. That it was momentary and he drpped his vivid blue eyes. He didn't know what complete and utter love for one person felt like and most of all, he was scared to feel it. It would mean being forever attached to that person right?

Reece saw what happened between his mother and father. They could literally NOT breathe without one another for longer then a couple of days. What if he lost his independance to someone like Mannie? What could she do if his very life was in her hands.Celli wouldn't have hadn't his life that easily too and that was why he had not said anything to her when she'd claimed that she'd love him. Now a month had passed in their break up and he still wanted to taste her lips when they danced. Kiss her skin. Lay in bed all day just staring at her with her staring back.

Had that been love? Had he loved Aracelli? It was too late now Irrepairable.He was better off on his own right? Her teasing words made him mock gasp in shock as she said she was getting bored of his face already. then she mentioned mixing it up. Not only to help herself but to help him. Reece half froze, his mouth having fallen open in shock at her words. Was she serious?! He quickly took her hands in his still staring at her.

"God! You seriously are a gift. Really? You'll help me."
He quickly pulled her into his arms and hugged her against him kissing into her hair.
"Thank you so much! I really really appreciate it."
Reece pulled back and took her hand leading her to the bar.

"Now gimme your number my little southern Belle and go have fun with the rest of your day for God's sakes."
Reece teased and then the idea sprang on him and he raised his eyebrows at her.
"Mannie, I heard the twang. Do you ride?"
Reece asked out of interest.
"Horses I mean..."
Reece added quickly rubbing at his neck in slight embarressment.

[Emmanuelle LaBeau]

Em noticed when he looked away when she talked about love. She hoped she hadn't gone too far. She didn't mean to make him feel uncomfortable or seem forward she was just expressing how dancing made her feel not that she had very much to compare it to. After the accident she stopped letting herself get close to people. She blamed herself so deeply for her mothers death despite what others had told her. She couldn't help it though. Her mother's frantic screams still haunted her mind. She blinked hard pushing back the memory, filing it back away with the other painful things that she didn't dare to remember.

She quickly changed paces, smiling when she saw his enthusiasm regarding her suggestion to mix it up. She couldn't help but laugh as he pulled her in close to him hugging her a little bit too tight but she didn't mind. "Of course I'll help you that's what I'm here for." She said and looked up at him starting to get excited purely because he was. "I'm glad you're excited it's making me really pumped for training and starting. I think this will be good for me." She really did believe that. The entire time she'd been here she hadn't obsessed over germs. But then again maybe she was having a good day. Her obsessive tendencies came in waves usually. Some days were worse than others.

She followed him to the bar and nodded. A number would probably help. "the twang... she grumbled to herself. She so was not a fan of her native southern accent. It was embarrassing and she thought it made her found dumb. She tried to avoid it. She nodded though when he asked if she rode and laughed. "Of course horses... what else could it be?" She asked but she knew full well what he had been thinking and it only made her laugh harder. "It's been a while... I don't usually get the chance to ride when i'm here... which is most of the time but at home we ride a lot." She told him "I mean I've never owned my own horse and I never rode for a sport really but I do really enjoy it.... why do you ask?" It had been pretty random.

She grabbed the pen and jotted down her contact information then went to the pad she was using earlier and carefully ripped out her diagram. She wanted to look it over later so she had an idea of the bar not wanting to spend too much time training. She wanted to get right to it.

[Reece Turner]

Yeah, Reece hadn't really experienced pain so much. He didn't really know what sacrifice meant. What it meant to leave your family. Reece didn't really understand the concept of pain. True pain. The kinda that broke into your soul and tear it appart. He'd heard of how his mother had lost her mother in a car accident. How his father had come from two parents who were druggies and dealers and it had ultimately meant their end. Yes, he took their lessons into account. He drove carefully, never when he was drunk and often choose the bike over the car.

He didn't use drugs, except weed cause when your feet were full of blisters from dancing you appreciated the hell out of the high that weed offered you and most importantly, he learned not to depend on anyone but himself. He was frighted of being like his dad. He watched the man over the weekend that he was here and saw how he was suffering without his mom. It must have been horrible not to be whole without someone else. Reece never wanted that to occur. Reece pulled back retaking her hands in his. His eyes did show his enthusiasm and he was glad to see it shining back in her eyes.

It was hard to keep from bouncing in excitement. He nodded quickly when she mentioned that this would be good for her.
"Of course this will be good for you. I'll make it worth your while and I'll be the best damn teacher you've ever had the privaledge of training under."
And then he did bounce a little before stilling himself. He was so excited to finally have someon trust worthy on his staff.

It wasn't that his ex was bad or anything. She was just notorious for being late. He hated standing in front of a class ten minutes after it was supposed to begin and going 'Right well...Time for an illusion.' He didn't know how his students felt about his Meta status or if they even knew about his meta status but he didn't really care. He just wanted them to have fun and if that meant making an illusionary Celli walk through the door and head straight to him then so be it. Reece now had Celli's replacement though it seemed.

He smiled at the beautiful young blonde girl and took a deep breath before letting it out again slowly. Reece smirked at her when she said she did ride watching her as she scribbled down her name and number. Reece then licked his lips and bit into his bottom lip. Perfect. Once she was finished with scribbling down her number he leaned in to take it from holding it between two fingers.
"Because, Mannie, we're going riding on next sunday morning. Now get out of here. I'll see you around. Congrats. I'm sure you'll love it here and they tip well if you dance well. "
He winked at her before moving round the bar to bookmark her number.

[Emmanuelle LaBeau]

His excitement was infectious. She found herself smiling and nearly bouncing with him feeding off his energy. It was all making her want to laugh and jump about and dance and let herself go and be free. But even with the excited energy she knew better than to lose all composure. She still had too much tension keeping her from that. Too many walls and blocks she built to protect herself from ever truly getting close to anyone or letting them in.

"We're going riding?" Her smile only grew wider, her eyes lighting up. She couldn't believe her luck today. She'd possibly stumbled into one of the greatest opportunities of her life so far and for the first time it'd come to her effortlessly. It seemed like fate. She was in the right place at the right time. She only felt bad for the poor applicants who would show up to the studio only to find out that their job had been swept away by a girl who hadn't even known she was looking for a job till it was handed to her. She wouldn't change it though. Not for the world.

"I guess behind the bar training will happen later. She laughed wondering if he'd forgotten about those plans Sunday. She didn't mind spending the day with her new friends though. Their connection already felt deep to her. She trusted him with more than she'd trusted people who she'd known for years and she'd only just met him. She didn't know what it was. Perhaps their connection while dancing or the things they found they had in common even though they were few at the moment. Or maybe just the energy. But she felt as if she could trust him. And as much as it excited her it was starting to scare her to bits.

Em swung her bag over her arm and started heading for the door. "See you Sunday Reece! And thanks so much for the job! I really can't wait."


((Wrapped?))