Spotlights

You Going To The Oscars?

The rain drizzled against the window pane lazily. The rhythmic beat of the rain splashing against every surface it could manage made for a soft lullaby only few would enjoy.

It seemed continuous and never-ending, coercing the day to take on a drowsy attitude.

New Yorker's below continued their hustle and bustle as per usual, refusing to let the rain prevent them from their daily tasks. Well, most of them at least.

Those who walked were all dressed in perfect clothing with neat hair and lavish umbrellas residing above them. It was almost a model lifestyle.

Yet, Kirstie sat in the corner of her studio delaying all the responsibilities she was set to take on that day. She rested on the floor, positioned so she could see outside but still faced the open area. She nursed a cup of coffee in one hand with her phone in the other.

The coffee had long gone cold, but she still mindlessly sipped it.

"Morning," A voice greets from in front of Kirstie, who soon recognized it as the voice of her Pas de Deux partner.

"Goooood morning, Mitchy," she replied, setting down her phone and coffee.

"What are you doing here?"

"I mean, I was going to choreograph, but obviously I ended up sitting here."

Mitch nods in response, taking off his tennis shoes and slipping on his ballet shoes.

"You going to the Oscars?"

"The what?"

"Oscars."

"I mean, I'd like to?"

"The studio has a couple invites for dancers, you didn't know that?" He questions, now sitting on the floor and stretching.

"I literally haven't been to the studio in like, two days. I've just been rehearsing here."

'Here' was the studio Mitch and Kirstie owned together. Of course, they owned a studio because they were both dancers in the New York City Ballet. Well that, and they shared a YouTube channel that consisted of vlogs and videos of dances that often featured other dancers.

The studio took up most of a roughly 1250 square foot space, of which had three blank walls and one window wall. The flooring was a light-colored hardwood, and all the walls were white. It was simplistic, however, the two liked it and that was all that mattered. 

"They're giving a few dancers a chance to go for publicity or whatever. We could ask them? I'm pretty sure it's only for principal dancers, which we are."

"I'm in if you are. Be my date?" Kirstie chuckles, extending her hand to Mitch.

"Most certainly," he smiles in return.

"I have blocking for an all-girls number for the show on Tuesday today, I could ask?"

"Sounds good."

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Mitch was awoken from his mid-day nap to a rapid knocking on his apartment door.  He groaned to himself, hefting his body from the blankets. Sleep was hard to come by during the week before a show. His only saving grace right now was the fact that it was downpouring, otherwise, he'd be running at the moment.

Not that he couldn't do that at the gym, but he was looking for any excuse at this point.

"What?" He asks grumpily, staring at an overly cheerful Kirstie standing before him.

"The Oscars better prepare itself for NYCB, because here come two of the finest dancers of the company," Kirstie exaggerated, fanning herself with her hand.

Mitch rolled his eyes before looking at her once again, "I won't even fight you on the fact that we're not the best, but whatever, I'll roll with it. The company let us have it?"

"Yeah, I talked to Jonathan when I got there, and you were wrong. They had the opportunity for six people to go, only two of those being dancers. He said preferably principal dancers, preferably Pas de Deux partners, and then I was all 'hey, you should give Mitch and I the tickets', except way more professional of course, and then he was all 'I have other dancers I could consider', and I was all 'yeah, we have a youtube channel. We could put something on there, and bam, more publicity' and he was all 'consider the tickets yours' after a little more convincing," she rambles. 

Mitch nods his head slowly, taking in everything Kirstie just said. 

He swears she was the fastest talker on planet Earth, sometimes. 

"Okay, so we can go?"

"Did you not catch anything I just said?"

"Not really, no."

"Yes, we can go."

"God, what am I going to wear?"

"What are you going to wear? What am I going to wear?" Kirstie emphasizes, "Suits are easy, sure you can change it up a little, but not much! Dresses are impossible, oh gosh."

"Wait, idea," Mitch begins.

"I'm waiting."

"The Costume Shop. Why didn't we just, you know, think of that?"

"This is why I'm not a rocket scientist," Kirstie half shouts as she turns on her heel and leaves Mitches apartment, leaving a groggy Mitch in her dust.

"There are many reasons," Mitch mumbles to himself, closing the door and heading back to bed.

Well hello everyone

I've been wanting to post this for like 4 months but I haven't had the time so that's fun
Thanks to @dwts_ballerina in advance for answering all of my (probably dumb) questions about dance related topics
I hope you all enjoy this! Thank you!

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