Mixing it Up [Reece]

[Annabelle Coronova]

Covering her usual dance uniform with sweats and slipping on her pair of Pumas, Anna headed down to the Club District of Pilot Ridge early in the morning after packing in a healthy breakfast of cottage cheese, strawberries, and oj. Starting off right was the best for your performance, and this morning in particular, she would need it the most. She had heard about that new dance studio in Pilot Ridge, and as a dancer herself, she was really eager to check it out.

She'd been dancing ballet since she started walking, and it came natural to her, but this kind of dancing was going to be a bit different, a bit more..cultured, could you say? Salsa. She'd never done that before. Maybe it was just an extra bit of twist in the hips or a bit in the ankles, or just a lot looser? She hadn't had the time to look up the dance much on youtube beforehand. Oh well, Anna was sure she could improvise when she got there.

Stopping right in front of the studio front, she looked it over briefly to see if there was a class going on, and after seeing that there wasn't, she swung open the door and walked in, looking for the director. She wasn't exactly sure who she'd be looking for, male or female, older or younger, etc., so she went towards the back near the desk and waited a bit, before calling out, "Hello, is there anyone here? I'm interested in dancing here." Hopefully someone would hear her and come running.

[Reece Turner]

Reece hated saturday mornings. He always had to come down and open for the other cleaner, the one that worked so that dear Laura could take her time off on a saturday. Like hell would Reece lifte a finger to clean the bar but when had been dancing all night and was not in the mood for much else. Currently the girl was finishing up in the back room area and Reece was on his third cup of coffee, seated behind the bar like a dead corpse. His head rested against the cold bar wood. He was far too tired to even lift his head and peek at the girl that had come in.

Or maybe he just hadn't noticed. It wasn't opening time yet and he didn't have any lessons scheduled so he thought that he'd be alone to catch up on Z's while he waited for the cleaner to finish up the bar area so he could go back home. Of course, going back home, he wondered faintly if he'd find any peace there doubting very much that he would at all. His was just nodding off when he heard the faint 'hello' screamed out into what had been a hollow silence. Reece yerked upright and shot his head to the sound of an unfamiliar voice.

It took him a while to focus his blue eyes and when he did, he had to blink a few times for the girl he saw, looked very much like something he'd created from an illusion or a dream. Her blonde hair caught just the right amount of sunlight from the half opened shutters high above the dance floor. Reece found himself staring for a long time before he came to his senses and let out a long heavy yawn. Finally he sat fully upright, blinking away tired tears.

"Good morning. Can I help you? I wasn't aware of any lessons today actually."
He said in a voice still heavy with sleep. Reece cleared his throat and took his coffee cup draining the last of the blackened content before he got to his feet, stretching his slender arms into the air and curving his body backward before moving out from behind the bar toward the girl that was standing by the equipment desk near the makeshift stange.

"Sorry, late night last night. Fridays are something else, entirely. Are you one of Aracelli's students?"
He asked when he finally dragged his heavy body over to where the girl was standing.