way better than polka dots

16| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 4168

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You woke to the light patter of rain on the windows. You glanced at your clock. Seven-fifteen. Saturday. You had made it through the week, but there was no guarantee you would make it through the next two day. You sighed, not wanting to abandon the safety and warmth of your duvet. Here, wrapped in your own little world, you were safe, except for the fact that you were in a dorm full of ten other girls.

Remembering this, you glanced around. There was none of the usual morning chatter and groans about aches and pains of classes. There wasn’t even the conspiratorial whispering you’d heard yesterday. The girls from Master Kang’s class moved about silently, exchanging worried looks with each other. Yuna was carefully making her bed, a blank expression on her face. What was it? What was happening? You hesitantly got out of bed.

“Good morning (Name).” Came Minjee’s voice, loud and poisonous.

Master Kang’s girls nervously moved away back against their beds.

At the end of the room stood most of the others, dressed and ready, glaring at you as one. It was like Ballet History again, but then you looked at what they were all holding. Footbaths. In any other setting it would be comical – the footbath army – but your eyes caught on a big wooden box that had been turned over and shunted to the side. Your trunk! Minjee stood at the front of the group, chewing passively on a piece of gum. And all your clothes, your books, your pointe shoes, lay at her feet.

“What the hell are you doing?” You demanded.

Minjee smiled maliciously. “Teaching you a lesson.”

You shook your head incredulously. “What gives you the right?”

She shrugged. “This is what happens to little bitches who think they’re better than everyone else. You’ve completely screwed up everything. Now we’re going to show you what you’ve put us through because you wanted to do some crappy little dance by yourself.” She lifted up her footbath, smiling at you over it. “There are a few toenails – and of course some blood and stuff from my blisters. All left to stew overnight.” She tipped it.

“No!” You yelled as the yellow-brown coloured water poured onto the pile of clothes. Quickly, the others joined in, all pouring their footbaths onto everything you owned at Amour. It splashed on your clothes and your school books. You should have been trying to stop them, but you were frozen, unable to believe.

Seohyun was the last to empty hers onto your clothes. She looked at you innocently as it splattered onto your leos. “I used oatmeal and cocoa butter last night. Oh, and the dead skin’s from me and Jongsoo.”

“How mature.” You said stiffly as they returned to their places behind Minjee.

“You think you’re so much better than us.” Minjee sneered. “But trust me, age is seriously not an asset.” She leant down and picked up your pointe shoes from the top of the pile. The ribbons dripped with that disgusting liquid. Giving you a terrible satisfied smile, she took the gum out of her mouth.

“What the hell?” Muttered one of the onlookers as Minjee stuck the gum to the bottom of your shoe.

“You bitch!” You seethed, suddenly unfreezing. You marched right down the room, your fist raised, ready to freaking –

“Five minutes, girls!” Madame Hyejin called through the door.

Your knuckles froze inches from that skanky little face. For once she looked scared.

But now was not the time.

Taking a hard breath, you snatched your pointe shoes away from her, anger still storming in you “You are so damned stupid.” You said coldly, then looked over her shoulder at the others. “I wouldn’t look so smug. You’ve just done exactly what you claimed I did; you’ve stopped the lead role from performing. Now the review might be ruined.” They shuffled uncomfortably. They were such a bunch of sheep’s.

Focusing back on Minjee, you looked her up and down, praying that God was seeing this right now. Then you ripped one of the bobby-pins out of her bun. She squeaked in fright. “Thanks.” You muttered, and spun on your heel back to your own bed.

The room was held in silence for a second before it suddenly burst into over enthusiastic action. You knew they’d put your trunk back for you, as they were too cowardly to get caught. Taking Minjee’s bobby-pin you began scraping the bright blue gum off your shoe. You could and would not show them how upset you were. How sunk your heart felt at the moment and how lonely you were. Fortunately, anger is easy to feign, particularly when it is there, even if it’s not foremost in your mind. You stared darkly out the window. You had been talking crap. Those idiots would never stop you from performing. You would show them, this only fueld your resolve.

“(Name).” Came a quiet voice. You snapped around, then saw it was Yuna, standing anxiously by your bed. You noticed a small pile of folded clothes on your duvet. You looked back to Yuna. Her eyes flicked nervously to where the others were filling up your trunk.

Your eyes prickled once again. Strength, (Name). “Thanks.” You mumbled quietly.

She nodded, giving you a sad smile. “I’m sorry.” She whispered, then quickly went back to her own bed.

You swallowed down your hurt feelings, and quickly pulled on the tights and leo she’d given you. The tights were one-sized and fitted as your own, but the plain camisole leo was a little to big. You didn’t mind, it was way better than going to breakfast in your polka-dot PJs. Seohyun and Hyeun had been given the job of pushing your trunk back to the foot of your bed. You stared as they did it, unable to get the image of two carriage horses out of your head. Minjee, of course, was the wagoner.

“Hyeun.” You said as she stood up, dusting of her tights. She gave you and curt smile. You held out the bobby-pin, covered in gum. “Would you give this to Minjee?”

She scrunched her nose and tentatively took it. A carriage horse it is, you confirmed.

Madame Hyejin didn’t notice anything when she came in for dorm inspection. She only ordered that everyone were not to spray so much perfume around in the future. You guessed the others didn’t think that stewed footbaths smelled good. You tried to hold your head high as everyone else left for breakfast, especially Minjee smirked as she strutted past you.

Some of the girls from the other class looked sympathetically at you as they left. You huffed, you didn’t need sympathy, but a new wardrobe of ballet wear and money to pay for new textbooks. Yuna left with a concerned look at you as you stayed back, giving everyone else time to leave before you went out into the corridor.

You walked slowly numbness and sadness overcoming you. It wasn’t that you wanted their friendship. God knows what sort of friends they would be, but you felt degraded. You had let them have this on you. You had let them get the better of you. You had let them defile you, in front of an audience that would doubtless go and tell everyone else. You had just stood there, doing nothing, whilst they’d ruined everything you owned. You knew you could wash your clothes, but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that those were your clothes. Your things, and Minjee had shown that she could walk all over them and that translated to walking all over you.

You wiped away the tears in your eyes as you reached the dining hall. You had to show them that they couldn’t get to you. You walked in, going straight to the line, however you couldn’t escape the laughter coming from Minjee’s table. Bitch.

“Morning (Name)!” Dawon greeted cheerfully.

“Morning.” You managed to get out. You sat down next to her, putting your fruit salad on the table with no intention of eating it. Everyone was there, including Jimin and Taeyeon. In a moment of reprieve, you remembered last night, sitting in the studio, watching your memory of him. You reached out to take comfort from his protective stance, the strength in his movements. God, that was what you needed right now, but he was sitting right here, looking away distastefully, as if the dog had just joined the dinner table.

“(Name)?”

You snapped out of it at the sound of Dawon’s voice. You realized she’d asked a question. “Sorry?”

Hoseok laughed. “It seems like (Name)’s not a morning person!” You blushed.

Dawon rolled eyes at her brother. “Well, I was going to ask how you were, but it seems the answer’s ‘half-asleep’.”

“Oh I don’t think (Name)’s half-asleep.” Taeyeon butted in. You looked at her. She smiled back sweetly. “She had quite the wakeup call from what I hear.”

“What?” Taehyung inquired. You swallowed. No, you didn’t need it brought up here.

Taeyeon giggled, glad to have everyone’s attention. “Everyone’s talking about it – Gwan Minjee sent a text around this morning.”

Yoongi sighed. “Taeyeon, just get on with it.”

She smirked and handed him her phone.

He looked at it forehead creased into an angry frown. “What the fuck?”

“What does it say?” You muttered, reaching for it.

“I don’t think you should.” He tried to pull away, but you grabbed it.

7:32 am Seohyun:

Bighead (Name) trunk got owned. Can anyone say toenail soup? Lol xD Serves the bitch right.

You felt a horrible tightening in your chest and throat. Dawon read it next to you.

“Oh my God, (Name).” She said, grabbing your hand. “What happened?”

Just breathe in…out…in…

“What does it say?” Taehyung demanded impatiently.

Taeyeon sighed exasperatedly. “It’s not that bad. (Name) just made her class to do all the work for her, so they showed her how – ”

“They took all my books and clothes and poured their footbaths on them.” You said quietly, staring down at your bowl.

“What?” Jimin was suddenly animated, his powerful brown eyes looking directly at you, furious. His hands were tense on the table.

You blinked. He’d been so quiet.

“They.” You trailed off. That feeling you’d had last night, it was back, and now it was so real, protection, it was like he actually cared. You didn’t need to say anything. Your face felt like an open book to him. He knew you were upset.

Jimin eventually looked down again, once more shutting off from the conversation.

“Well, I guess that explains why you’re wearing an over sized leo and ripped tights.” Dawon murmured.

Taeyeon sniggered. “I have to it admit it’s kind of original, don’t you think?”

“Ugh, shut up, Taeyeon.” Dawon replied sharply.

“That is seriously low.” Growled Jin.

“Lethal skanks.” Jungkook seethed, sounding extremely pissed. “Why did they do that?”

“I already told you.” Taeyeon replied nonchalantly. “She ruined the review and – ”

“Shut up, Taeyeon.” This time it was Namjoon, who always seemed so well composed, that snapped. “It’s all crap; (Name) had a concussion and she couldn’t dance her part. It wasn’t her fault.”

“Those asses.” Muttered Hoseok. “That is just ridiculous.”

You stood up, picking up your untouched fruit salad. “I’ll see you later. I have to get to class.”

“You aren’t going anywhere like that, (Name).” Dawon gestured to your clothes. “We can’t have them thinking they’ve won.” She stood up next to you. You nodded hesitantly and turned to go.

“(Name).” Jimin suddenly said.

Your heart seemed to thud faster when he said your name. You looked back at him. “Who was it?” He asked looking directly into your eyes.

You hesitated. You didn’t want to tattle-tale, but his eyes seemed so dangerous. “Minjee.” You finally replied quietly

His face considerably darkened, and he nodded. You quickly tore your eyes from him and Dawon led you away.

They still gossiped as you trailed past Minjee’s table and laughed as right on queue.

“Those idiots.” Murmured Dawon. “We’ll get back at them somehow.”

You went up the stairs and turned down the senior corridor again. “I have a few extra leos to spare.” She told you as you stopped outside Room Twenty-Three. She got out a key. “I just can’t believe that bitch would go so far. Can’t she understand what a concussion is?” She pushed open the door.

Just for a moment, you were utterly distracted. “A few extra leos?” You repeated.

She flicked the lights on. There was fabric everywhere. Great big rolls of it leant against the walls, cuttings cast onto the floor along with bright coloured threads. Three bodices were lined up, all with unfinished tutus on them, and there were more tutus piled next to a sewing machine in the corner. There was a shelf with dyes all lined up, and underneath were rows of different coloured pointe shoes, some decorated, some not. Three chests of drawers lined the other side of the room, all of which were over spilling with multi-coloured leos and tights. Nailed to the ceiling above them was a clothing rack, with even more tutus and skirts and costumes hanging from coat hangers.

“This is like a Ballet Fashionista’s dream.”

Dawon grinned. “I know. My dream. Jin can hardly stand it in here. Too girly. And of course the dyes have a tendency to reek.” She glanced at her phone watch. “Okay, we have very little time. You need a leo and tights. Yes?”

“Right.” You said, deciding it was better not to argue as she launched deep into the swamp of fabrics and colors. You tentatively stepped in, barely making out the single bed which was covered in several green and gold romantic tutus. Looking past the hanging clothes, you could see posters of Disney Princesses stuck to the walls. “Disney fan, huh?”

“Uh huh.” Came Dawon’s muffled voice. Her head seemed to be deep in one of the drawers.

“Only the classics, though. I was horrified when I heard Jesse McCartney mumbling out The Second Star to the Right. Peter Pan should not be touched by anyone over the age of five, in my opinion. And if we ever do the ballet then I will be Tinkerbell, because I will stay entirely true to the proper character. She was never meant to be nice and gooey. And Jessica Simpson singing a Whole New World?” She said while making retching noises into an old leg warmer.

You laughed at her little rant.

“Alright.” She said, finally coming out holding a powder purple leo and white tights. She threw them to you. “Oh, and for later.” She went back into the drawers.

“Dawon.” You said, examining the beautiful light purple fabric. It had shining silvery gemstones trailing up to one shoulder strap. “This is entirely against the uniform code.”

She laughed. “Ah, (Name), have you ever seen me in that tacky drained-pink and black ensemble?” For the first time today, you noticed what she was wearing. Thigh high green leg warmers, black tights and a green halter neck leo.

“Besides.” She continued. “You should have costumes to rehearse in now so you won’t be in it for long. I’ve already finished making my class’s. I’ve been working on them for ages.”

“But we only found out about the review this week.” You said.

She grinned, throwing you a pile of ordinary city clothes. “When your boyfriend and other two best friends, is the headmaster’s sons, it’s not too hard to find out stuff you shouldn’t know. Come on! Get changed!”

You obediently slipped out of Yuna’s clothes. You still owed her one. “Oh God!” Exclaimed Dawon. You spun around, half twisted up in tights, thinking she’d just seen the end of the world. But no, she was staring at your shoes.

“(Name).” She said, horrified, then growled. “I am going to kill those little first years. I am going to go into your dorm and fill their own damned shoes with super glue.”

You scrunched your nose. “That might be a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”

“Nope.” She said, picking up your shoes to study them closer. “We have a good reason, is this gum?”

“Yep.” You muttered, there was never any real hope of getting gum out of satin.

She huffed and grabbed a roll of sports tape from the shelf. With a seamstresses skill, she quickly measured up the toe box and taped over the gum. “You need new pointes, (Name), and fast. Wait, you’re doing the solo?”

You realized you hadn’t told her all of what had happened since your conversation Thursday. “Yeah. That’s why they were extra pissed.”

You could tell she wanted to ask more, but she just thrust the shoes back into your hands. “Go into Wrystone at Jung-gu after classes today, there’s a shop on the main street. You can’t go onstage with these. Right?”

“Right.” You confirmed.

She handed you a plastic bag and you quickly stuffed Yuna’s clothes and the street wear in.

You parted ways by the stairs. “Okay, are you going to be alright?” She asked, putting her hands on your shoulders.

You nodded. “Thanks for the clothes. I owe you one.”

She grinned. “Yes, you owe me all your adorable black leotards once they’ve been washed so that I can force you into wearing more things like this. You look much more like a prima ballerina.”

“Except I’m not.” You pointed out.

“Within your class you are le Danseuse Principal!” You smiled at her French ardour. She looked at you seriously. “You’re the best in your class, (Name). Minjee thick-as-a-brick isn’t.” She gave you a quick hug. “Au revoir, Mademoiselle (Name)!” She walked away to her classroom, and you were left alone in the corridor.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way to studio eight. Dawon was right, if your fear was them walking all over you, then you shouldn’t let them do it again. They wanted to degrade down your skill and make you look like an idiot, but you wouldn’t let them.

You opened the door.

Everyone was quiet, but unlike yesterday, they were expectant, excited. 'Their personal punch-bag had arrived’.

“Hey, it’s foot-balm (Name)!” Jongsoo shouted.

You raised a demure eyebrow at him. “Good morning to you too, Jongsoo.”

Ballet dancer posture. Chest high, chin up, look tall.

Minjee stood around a group of new admirers and fans with a smirk. “Great, the last rehearsal and the lead finally shows up.”

“Sweet of you to join us.” Seohyun spit.

Minjee looked you up and down. “Now we can finally see what we changed the choreography for two times for.”

You ignored her and went to the front barre and hooked your right leg over in a stretch.

Kihyun stepped forward. You hadn’t talked to any of the boys since Thursday, and now Kihyn looked grumpily at you. “Do you know how much bull we’ve been through just because you kept changing the choreography? Do you know how hard it is?”

You nodded curtly and turned around, putting your other leg up.

“And it’s gonna be awful having to teach you all the formations.” Hyeun added.

“Yeah.” Seohyun nodded, folding her arms. “You have to lead a spiral at the end.”

“And there’s the men’s section in the middle where you have to get off the stage.” Jongsoo said as you sat down on the floor for a butterfly stretch.

Dongwon looked up from putting on his shoes. “And there’s tour jetes crossing over before the spiral.”

“Oh my God.” Seohyun groaned. “She’s not even going to know where she starts the weaving around.” She raised her eyebrows at you. “You start with Yuna and then you move on to me, and then you go to Hyeun and then – ”

“You know.” You interrupted, leaning over to get your pointe shoes. “You’re all complaining about how difficult it is to learn the cheo in such a short amount of time, but you all seem to have memorized it quite well.” You swiftly tied a double knot.

“That’s because we’ve worked our butts off!” Said one of the other girls, she’d had a pink foot bath, if you remembered correctly.

“Good.” You said, tying your other shoe and standing up. You looked at the whole class. “So have I.”

Before Minjee could come up with a snappy comment, Madame Choi came in, followed by Mister Ghim and two second-year boys carrying two big boxes.

“Thank you, boys, just put them there.” Instructed Madame Choi. They dumped them by the piano with relief and then left.

“Alright, starting positions if you please!” Madame Choi called. “We’ll do it once through without the costumes!”

Nerves suddenly jabbed in you. Everyone went back against the walls, every one of them staring at you. Some looked sceptical and annoyed, but some looked expectant, or at least willing to wait and see before they judged. “Miss (Surname) what on Earth are you wearing?”

“Sorry Ma'am, all my other leos are in the wash.”

“Hm.” Madame Choi raised an eyebrow but said nothing else. Meanwhile, your class was sniggering.

You would show them. You went to the centre and took up your arabesque. Minjee stood right in front of you, glaring, but there was a challenging smirk on her face.

Don’t get distracted. You looked past her to the white wall. The first notes began and Minjee and the others blurred. You knew the music too well to deny it. Its influence was stronger than theirs. The notes tumbled as you did, lifting your leg high and straight above you. You were a part of it again. You gently stood back again, step turning, feeling as if you’d never realized you could dance and you went forward, reaching out, and then curtsied. You couldn’t help the smile on your face in anticipation. The fast notes began.

“Miss Gwan, Miss Price where are you!” Called Madame Choi. You kept focussed on your own part, spinning joyously. “Good and enter second line! And now all ladies!” You began the full dance. You couldn’t look in the mirror, but you knew you were in sync with the others. You began weaving through the line of girls behind you. That was odd you weren’t used to other people being there. Your extensions were less than perfect, but you knew you were getting the right order as Madame Choi had taught you all the class formations.

And then you and the girls were 'offstage’ as the boys entered. You caught your breath as they leapt across the studio, suddenly more manly than boyish. Listening to the deep, low notes, you realized that they were connecting with it, making them their own. You smiled.

“And ladies come on from the back! And everyone pirouette! And Miss (Surname) lead off!” You ran and leapt down the line, feeling the air whoosh past me as you thrust high in the sky, your legs doing the splits in the air. And everyone followed as you curled around into a tight spiral.

“Good and everyone circle her!” You couldn’t see anything except quick moving bodies as your class circled tightly around you. “And Miss (Surname) burst out! Let’s see the change! Everyone else fade to the back! And arabesque!” You ended, your chest and leg high, arms reaching to the ceiling. Mister Ghim stopped the piano. You came back down, breathing harder than ever. Jesus.

You looked up at your class, the nerves hitting you full force this time. You had told yourself that you wouldn’t listen to their insults until you had shown them what you could do. Now that you had.

“What the hell was with the curtsy?” Said Minjee, folding her arms.

“The chainments were wobbly.” Added Seohyun.

“Are you kidding?” Hyeun suddenly spoke up. “That was fine!” She was beaming at you. Minjee looked at her pointedly. Hyeun looked at her evenly. “Well how many of us can do a penche en pointe?”

“I can.” Minjee said sharply.

Yuna rolled her eyes. “I don’t think that’s the point, Minjee. We were all wrong. (Name) fits in just fine.”

“Yeah, that’s my point.” Said Hyeun. “The review’s not ruined!”

“Ugh.” Minjee huffed. “I seriously doubt it, Hyeun. I guess you’re back in diapers again.”

“I heard Master Kang’s class has a Pas de Deux in theirs.” Grumbled Seohyun. “And they’ve already rehearsed it in the theatre. They stuck with their choreography.”

“I bet if we’d stuck with the second version then we would have won.” Jongsoo added. “Having a soloist is just tacky.”

“Come on, let’s get some water.” Minjee said and Seohyun, Kihyn and Jongsoo folloed suit, walking away from you.

However Hyeun and Yuna stayed.

It was bizarre how fast Hyeun changed sides, but maybe that was all it had been for her, the review. With Minjee and Seohyeun it was certainly more than that.

And if Hyeun thought the review was okay then that meant that your solo was okay, but the rest of the class seemed politely disinterested. You still didn’t know, but you had to take Yuna and Hyeun sticking up for you as a good sign.

“Alright.” Madame Choi clapped her hands. She’d been talking to Mister Ghim. “Ladies you need to be tighter on your second entrance after the gentlemen. Remember the pirouettes during the circles need to be as tight as you can get and everyone’s toes need more point.”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Alright, here I have the costumes for the review.” She said, gesturing to the boxes. “Gentlemen will wear the usual black tights with one of the sashes in this box pinned to them. Shirtless.”

You heard Yuna and Hyeun high five in glee.

“Ladies your names are tagged to the packaging. You will change in here, gentlemen can wait outside. Understood?”

“Yes ma'am.” Everyone chorused.

There was something extremely exciting about opening the girls’ box. It was like Christmas. Yuna delved her hands inside and brought out a light blue tutu. It was a classical one – stiff and circular, only dropping a little and sticking out a good fourteen inches. They had a light blue leotard attached to them. Hyeun squealed excitedly. Strangely, you felt like it as well. Soon, the box was all but destroyed as everyone tried to find their own tutu. They were all identical, except for size, of course. You’d never worn a tutu before. The very symbol of a ballerina, and you had never danced in one. You buried your hands in the tulle netting. You’d heard people say they were scratchy, but who cared?

The tutus gradually found their owners, but you were left sitting by the box. None of them had your name on it.

“This is what happens when you keep changing plans, (Name).” Minjee smirked evilly, plucking her own tutu out of the box. “See, you were too late for the ordering. I knew this review was still going to be a disaster.”

“Miss Gwan go and get changed.” Madame Choi ordered, coming up behind you. “Miss (Surname) was certainly too late for the orders.”

Your heart fell. You would be doing the performance in your normal leo and tights?

Madame Choi reached into the boys box. “Fortunately, the academy keeps its costumes from previous performances.” She brought out a large tutu bag and put it on the floor in front of you.

You tugged on the edge of some blue tulle. The whole tutu came out, as if it had a life of its own.  It was baby blue, with a proper bodice which looked like a corset without strings. But what was truly beautiful was the silver designs sewn onto the top of the skirt and in a 'v’ on the bodice. Like silver vines. You stroked the satin of the bodice. “It’s beautiful.” You said.

Madame Choi smiled. “A costume is only as beautiful as the moves of the dancer wearing it, Miss (Surname). And a costume like this only requires more work because you mustlive up to its finesse. So certainly don’t rely on this to get you through the review. Your extensions still need work.”

You nodded. “Yes Ma'am.”

You were out of Dawon’s leotard and into the scratchy tutu in a flash. But it was impossible to get the bodice together when you couldn’t see what you were doing.

“(Name)?” Yuna said tentatively, coming up behind you. “Do you want some help?”

“Yes, thanks.” You said appreciatively.

“Your welcome.” She said as she began tying the bodice up. “Done.”

“I can’t breathe.”

She laughed. “You’re not meant to be able to.”

“Right.” It looked beautiful, though, even if it constricted your airways. You touched the delicate silver beads on one of the curls.

“Okay, from the top, if you please! Miss Price would you tell the gentlemen to come back in?”

Costumes seemed to have a big effect on the class. Despite what Madame Choi said, they really did add to the look of the performance. Everyone seemed a bit livelier.

But you were having problems. Every time you did an arm movement, your arms hit the tutu. “Keep your hands higher, Miss (Surname)!” Madame Choi called as you broke out of your pirouettes yet again. The backs of your hands were red where they brushed the tulle. It also made moving around the others more difficult. The spacing had to change because you were all about thirty inches wider than you used to be. You felt clumsy in it, but gradually you got used to the bouncing weight around your waist. At least it didn’t get in the way of you legs.

By the time class ended, everyone was scratched and tired. As you finished the dance for the last time, everyone else was already getting ready to leave. You hung your tutu up on a hanger and gave it to Madame Choi for safe keeping after this morning. “Oh, Miss (Surname)!” She called just as you were about to leave. “You’re not going on stage with those shoes on, are you?”

You shook your head. “No ma'am.”

Minjee brushed past you, giggling.

You curtsied a thank you and left.

She still thought she’d won. You sighed, heading for pas de deux.

“(Name)!” Yuna caught up with you. “Look, I’m really sorry about being all distant these past couple of days. I really did think that you could’ve tried harder to help the class, but obviously you have been trying. And I never wanted Minjee to do that thing to you this morning.”

“You didn’t know about it?” You asked.

She shook her head. “Only when I woke up. I’m really sorry, though, I should’ve said something.”

“No, one sodden trunk’s better than two, you know.” You told her, and smiled. “Don’t worry about it, I just wish everyone had waited till they’d seen me.”

Though even now you weren’t sure what they thought.

She grinned back. “You should have seen Minjee’s face, though. She’s not happy with your dance at all (Name).”

Soldier’s Fourth of July History Lesson

The day Soldier had been waiting for all year had arrived.  He loved celebrating this day more than all of the other holidays combined, more than he liked celebrating his own birthday, more than anything else there was to celebrate in the history of the world ever.  Because they weren’t just celebrating any old occasion today, no.

They were celebrating America’s birthday, the day it gained independence from those British bullies, who were dead set on trying to keep the country squished right under their thumb.

What better way to do that then with some pretzels, funnel cakes, borscht and hot dogs to eat?  There was also going to be a parade and a planned baseball game later against the BLU team, where RED was sure to prove victorious.

Nothing more American than that.  

Not a thing.

Add in the special explosives that Demo was making, colorful, home-made, explosives that could almost be called fireworks, and the team was ready to celebrate.  

Assuming the explosives were ever finished, that was.

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