And I'll be dancing with myself.

[Kenneth Harwood]

Half step, turn about, jump, jump.

The beat of the music drove him, pulsating through the main foyer with a soft underlaying beat, his feet moving him as the other students, some skipping class and some on their free, a crowd watching as he rehearsed, the dance studio their dance class was held in full for this period. The school's old stereo system, usually reserved for the track and field team's use, sat on the trolley he'd rolled out of the store room, the cd he'd burnt for his music coming from the speakers at the 'foyer acceptable level'. To be honest, it hadn't taken much convincing for Principal During to give in to his request to use the main foyer as his own personal dance studio when the dance classroom was in use. A batting of his pretty blue eyes and the words 'dance scholarship' and he was given a yes, simple as that. Parkdale prided itself on being a 'school for the arts as well as the education', and if Kenneth could pull in one of the higher dance scholarships, the school would look all the more better.

He paused his dance, mid spin, arms in the air, for a moment as he tried to work out the next move in his head; was it a feather step he wanted here, or did he want to toss in a rond? Or did he want to put a grapevine in? In a way, choreographing a dance was like writing a novel; it had to come on it's own.

He sighed, moving to stand en pointe, and flexed his calves, frowning slightly. He hoped that none of the drama students came by and tried to make him move.

[Rath Donnelly]

She wasn't the type to skip classes, although she would have done it, if she had to. It was only pure luck that her free period fell in line with Ken's; she hadn't even mentioned it to him, and vaguely wondered if he even realized it. She had told Maxxie, simply during a lament about how it was upsetting that all three of them couldn't have free period together. It wasn't really an issue though, in the end. As much as she loved her sister, she was okay with sharing free period with her brother.

Alex was, frankly, unsure if Ken would want her to interrupt him. He always got so into his dancing, and he was so good, the idea of messing up his routine more or less physically pained her. Plus, he was a senior, and she was a freshman, even if they were siblings. It wasn't as if it was proper school hierarchy for her to just go and sit with someone that far ahead of her, what if his older friends saw?

Well, that was a lie. Ken didn't have anymore than a few close friends, and she and Maxxie really were the closest. He wouldn't mind if she went and sat with him. But really, interrupting the dancing, that was the issue. And so Alex had settled into a systematic bit of voyeurism instead. Every day, during their free period, she'd go to the vending machine to get an orange juice, and then head to the foyer. She made sure to stick close to the doors, far enough away that she could watch Kenneth's dancing, but not distract him with her presence. When he was dancing, was one of the few times when Kenneth was actually able to get away from the burdens at home, and [in Alex's opinion] the burden of looking after his little sisters.

Shifting to sit down on the floor, right beside the double doors that led out of the foyer and into the corridors filled with classrooms. She watched Ken closely, and was silently thankful for the crowd of people around, also helping in obstructing his view of her. Clutching her orange juice can, she watched as he paused, knowing he was wracking his brain for the next move to perform. She'd seen it a thousand times. "Grapevine," she said quietly, getting a strange look from a couple of older girls who passed her by, and began laughing as they did.

Whatever, Ken would figure it out.

[Kenneth Harwood]

Kenneth's fingers tapped out the beat on his leg, and he spun out again, counting aloud with his steps as he twirled around the section of floor he'd made his own. He pulled the steps again, bringing himself to the former point he'd stopped at, and added a grapevine, grinning as the rest of the steps fell into place after it.

"Perfect." he stated, moing to land a jump and nearly slipping on a slick spot on the floor. "Ghnnn!" he exclaimed, grabbing onto the wall.

[Natasha Ainsworth]

Her eyes were watching closely as Kenneth begin to perform the steps over again. When she noted the additional grapevine, she smiled wildly. However, Alex winced at her brother slipped just slightly, grabbing at the wall. She almost let out a squeal, had almost jumped up from her position on the floor, but stopped herself when he managed not fall completely. He was okay, and Alex remained seated, just pulling her knees up a bit, and absently biting onto her lower lip as she watched him.

Maybe she'd tell him when the period was over just how good she thought he was doing.

[Kenneth Harwood]

Ken cursed under his breath, wiping his hands on his jeans as he straightened up. "That was a silly move." He stated to a few girls who seemed to be walking, smiling and chuckling as if the simple slip hadn't bothered him. He was a perfectionist when it came to three things; Taking care of his siblings, taking care of the house, and his dance.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

If she hadn't been hiding out, rather incognito, Alex would have considered saying something to the girls. Anytime that people messed with Maxxie and Ken, even just meaningless chuckling, it hurt her just the same, and made her feel immediately bad. Maybe he knew she was there? What if she was making him nervous, and that was screwing him up? She tightened her grip on her can of juice, and lowered her head a little.