Post by Lily Dame on Aug 5, 2008 0:01:51 GMT -5
First to arrive, last to leave. That was Lilys unclaimed motto. She came early to get the girls situated. She wasn't the coach, but she was the head of the group. All day Lily would run around, reviewing dances, and helping people get ready for performance. Lily was a seasoned dancer and was willing to help out everyone, no matter how much they sucked. At the end of the day she helped clean up. She found the missing tap shoe that was switched with a jazz shoe, and made sure everyone got home. She got little sleep this way, but she was used to it. She had been dancing nonstop for most of her life, and when she wasn't she was modeling.
Lily lived for dancing. Modeling was to pay the pills. Hell, she had gone 26 years without having to have a real job. She was too busy training for dance. The only time she wasn't busy was when her brother was alive. True he might he in fact alive, but he was dead to her. She had spend too long trying to find him and worrying that she had accepted that he was dead. She had had a photo call to the place she finally traced him too. A nurse picked up, 'that kid? I think he died a while ago,' was all she had said. So she went about her life, which had brought her to Wisconsin for a dance competition. She had done pretty well today.
All the girls had left, finally. They went back to the hotel to sleep, for it was late. Lily chose to walk, although she still needed to get her things together. She shoved one more pair of jazz shoes into her old tattered bag that her brother had given her for their 13th birthday, and headed out. This was a quiet side of the forgiven town. She didn't walk to far before she found a perfect pole to stretch her legs. It was just the hight for her long legs. She get her bag on the ground and hoisted a leg onto the top of the pole, it formed an 44 degree angle, and she reached to her toe.
Lily lived for dancing. Modeling was to pay the pills. Hell, she had gone 26 years without having to have a real job. She was too busy training for dance. The only time she wasn't busy was when her brother was alive. True he might he in fact alive, but he was dead to her. She had spend too long trying to find him and worrying that she had accepted that he was dead. She had had a photo call to the place she finally traced him too. A nurse picked up, 'that kid? I think he died a while ago,' was all she had said. So she went about her life, which had brought her to Wisconsin for a dance competition. She had done pretty well today.
All the girls had left, finally. They went back to the hotel to sleep, for it was late. Lily chose to walk, although she still needed to get her things together. She shoved one more pair of jazz shoes into her old tattered bag that her brother had given her for their 13th birthday, and headed out. This was a quiet side of the forgiven town. She didn't walk to far before she found a perfect pole to stretch her legs. It was just the hight for her long legs. She get her bag on the ground and hoisted a leg onto the top of the pole, it formed an 44 degree angle, and she reached to her toe.