This is 100% full on septiplier fanfiction right here. All of Jack's pov.
Allego- Fast dynamic movements, usually with jumping steps and sequences
Adagio- Slow and soft movements
Pirouette- Rotation or spin
Grande jete- a big jump from one foot to the other usually from being thrown
Croise- Legs are crossed
Arabesque- A position on one leg with the other behind the dancers body and extended in a straight line
Sean's pov:
Was it weird for a man to dance? No. But is it weird for one to do ballet? No. But the outfits always make me self conscious about my body sometimes.
There were other guy's of course but I only talked to Felix and Cry.
The director announced a dancer would be attending the school in a week. And kept sayng 'he'. Why couldn't she say his name? She just LOVE'S to make everything a big deal.
That week came along and as I walked in with Felix and Cry there was a new face already there.
"You're Mark right"? The director's eye's brighten up.
"Yes". Mark smiled.
"Wonderful! Have a seat".
Mark sat near to me and the other's. He cracked a smile and focused back to the director.
"Mark would you care to demonstrate anything you know"?
"Mhmm".
Mark confidently walked towards the middle of the floor.
He begun with a simple arabesque. It was perfect. And did a pirouette. A grande jete, and ended with a croise.
Something about his figure made those moves beautiful. His legs were so muscular along with his forearms, and his prince like face fitted the dramatic scene.
"Beautiful! But you need to be challenged"! The director applaud.
I took a glance at the other student's. Most were impressed other's didn't care.
"Now. Were gonna start performing with partner's". She wanted us to have a girl as a partner but the class wasn't an even number.
"There aren't other girl's but two boy's are fine"! She brought me over to Mark.
Mark scanned my body and smiled. I nervously rubbed my arm's and did the same back.
"Hi". Mark started.
"Hi".
"How long have you've danced"? Mark asked.
"About a month. I'm not very good".
"I've been dancing for a while now but my mother wants to challenge me. This is a upper level school I heard. You must be THIS good to be accepted here then. Don't doubt yourself. If you mess up, you mess up. No biggy".
"Yeah".
We looked back to see everyone already practicing. Some tried showing off but failing.
"What's your name"?
"Sean".
"Sean. Well today we're gonna perform a pas de deux".
"That's what everyone's doing".
"I know that. But the one we're doing... Let's try and 'challenge' our skills and create perfect scene".
Mark went far across the floor from me since there was only a few group's and the floor was a wide open space.
He went into a croise. I followed. He nodded with approval.
He lept across the floor twice towards me. He lifted my chin and whispered in my ear.
"Let's make a story". His breath was heavy and warmed my ear.
"Once upon a time". He begun. He did a full pirouette and then positioned him self on one knee.
"A man fell in love with another man who wore a mask".
He took my hand and lifted himself up to his feet. He started me off easy with Adagio type of moves. Slow and steady.
"Something about the masked man aroused the man. His eye's made the mask pop out, he had such a slender well fitted figure".
With a firm grasp on my waist Mark threw me up. In mid-air I decided to take the chance to show off. I spun with one foot stretched out and Mark caught me inchs before the ground could.
"That's it. One day the man HAD to see the masked man unmasked. The man agreed to reveal his face. But he had win his heart over by...".
Mark suprised me with rough allegro moves.
"Try your own moves". He spoke out of line.
I nodded and separated. I made a back bridge. My legs shoke a little almost giving out. I lifted my body up and spun a few times and finally threw my whole body weight upward.
Mark acted quick. He went above me and held me high in the air holding the dramatic pose for a couple seconds and finally placing me gentle on the floor still with me in his grap.
"proving his love WAS true".
"The man didn't know how. So on the first day he presented the mask man with a rose. He took it. He was impressed. But rejected his feelings. No matter what he gave him. The masked man wouldn't give in".
Mark ended ballet and dipped me down. Lust filled his eye's and his carassed my cheek leaning in.
"The man pleaded out". Mark pulled me up and begun acting by beginning on one knee.
"Will anything win me your love?! I only ask of you to reveal yourself! Something about you is a feeling I can not describe! Underneath that mask is a work of beauty! Those eye's are brighter than the moon rays! Underneath that mask is man with a beautiful smile and structure! Not only that your mysterious personality somehow is utterly charming"!
"Make up anything". Mark added.
"That's all i've been waiting to hear. You've won my heart. I've been waiting for you to finally give me intead of gifts, but your word's of true love".
Mark twirled over and took my waist into his hands dipping me low. He covered my face with a hand and removed it.
"You're beautiful. I knew it all along". And he separated.
Student's watched our little play and whispered to among each other and other's called out. The director was in shock.
"I felt what your character's felt! I've never seen dancers make their moves AND lines as they go"!
Mark turned back to me. I processed everything. The way he held and touched me.
"If you don't feel comfortable being touched too much I hope I wasn't over your limits".
"No it was amazing". I ran my fingers through my hair back letting it poof up again.
As the day went on. People kept bothering with me and Mark.
Time skip~
It was nearly time to go till Mark stopped me when I was unlacing my slippers.
"I'd like to dance with you again Sean".
"Me too".
