Jasper's voice was like waiting for rain during a drought. You got excited when the clouds went grey, hoping the sky would open and quench your thirst. Even a cool breeze felt like a tease. Every time Jasper opened his mouth it was the same one sing...
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I don't hate Carly. I might give off that impression, but I don't hate her. Her mom is a dancer, a hell of a good one she studied at Julliard made her way to broadway and married Micheal Becks. One of the most notorious choreographers. It's in her blood. She was literally born to dance. The pressure was on. Parental pressure to be the best. Not the second best, but THE best. The greatest and nothing less. Yet, less is all Carly ever got. Its not her fault. She works hard. To hard even. Night and day. Day and night to the point where her work isn't motivated by dance. She dances with aggression , and anger. Instead of grace and elegance. As if she's dancing in fire and not dancing with fire.
" Again." Mrs.Lets instructed not pleased with Carly.
The girls and I sat on the side stretching watching the melt down as it happens.
" She's exhausted." Bee said as she stretched.
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" I guess being a bitch drains you." Nani chuckled, I was tempted to smirk." She over works on the wrong things and under works on the things she needs. Her technique is perfect. Far better than mine." I admit while stretching my legs.
" Than what is she doing so wrong?" Nani asked.
" She lacks character." I state.
" Stop just Stop." Mrs. Leta says rubbing her temples in frustration. " This is about death Carly. Death can you understand that you must feel. Show me grief pain sorrow."
" I'm trying." Carly pleaded.
" I can't watch this." Bee mumbled before heading out to get a drink of waters
" We have less than a week. Try harder!"Carly tried and tried she danced hard kicked and twirled with force. The intense music speeding up her red hair spinning as she did like wild fire her every step was with a purpose, but the wrong one. She danced as if she was in competition with the music. Who can be the loudest the fiercest. The music was suppose to be her partner.
" Lighter." I called out. " Dance lighter your technique is great you just need to feel-"
" I'm sorry did I remember asking the towns whore for her opinion? The only thing you could possibly teach me is how to pose nude-." She exclaimed before I cut her words off.
