Stage

[Avalanche]

Avalanche looked at the two women nervously. He was concerned about Dusty, but knew if she tried hard she could do it. He just hoped that Ariannette would give her a shot. He was a bit worried, but had faith this would work. His gaze continued back and forth from one girl to the other.

[dusty]

Dusty shot a quick glance at Avalanche and then back at Aria. "Um.. which one?" she whispered, she had played the violin when she was young, so she knew many different ones, but which to sing!?

[arianette]

Aria sighed again. "Do you know the song Greensleeves?" She was feeling irritable today. Nothing to do with Dusty, really.

[dusty]

Dusty thought for a moment. "yes... but i don't know the words." she had played it on her violin at one point. "Should i?"

[arianette]

Aria rolled her eyes. Sometimes she was too nice. "Just sing it without lyrics then..."

[dusty]

Dusty swallowed hard and did so immediatly. She sang in tune, stopping from time to time to think of the next part and side glance at Avalanche. When she finished she looked up at Aria, slightly scared. "Done." she bit her lip hard.

[Avalanche]

Avalanche smiled at her before he glanced over at Ariannette. He was praying she'd let Dusty work her. It was just what she needed, she'd be great at it, and she'd work hard, Avalanche was certain. He kept his mouth shut and waited to see what the responce would be.

[arianette]

Aria paused and nodded. "Your voice is raw but it does have a good quality to it." She pressed her hands together. "I can offer you a job as a member of the choir, with an aprenticship. Because to get any higher in my establishment I want my singers well learned and procifient in music theory."

[giselle]

((new day))
Giselle sighed as she made her way back out to the stage. She had been working on a routine with several others for quite some time now but just couldn't get it right. She'd done everything she could; practiced backstage, in her apartment, in the small courtyard outside her apartment.... and she was just fine doing her routine there. But when she tried it out on the stage everything was wrong; her steps were misjudged, her leaps fell too short or too long, her turns ended too soon or she lost her balence. The other dancers were getting sick of it, she was sure, but was trying her best. More then her best.

She walked out to where she should have been in the order of dancers on the stage and began the first bit, doing fine. Eventually she decided that she was doing quite well and stepped it up a bit, trying the dance at its normal speed instead of the slower speed she'd been at before. She was doing excellently till about the middle, where she got up onto her toes to begin another set of well choreographed moves and began. She smiled to herself as she did, it was going better then she'd thought. Well, she thought a bit too soon and before she knew it she had landed on the stage with a thump.

She groaned, letting herself sit on the stage. She was sore all over, now especially as she'd just fallen. Things werent going so well for her recently... she'd had little to no positive interaction with others... most of it was the other dancers yelling at her to step it up. Even outside of Caprice Hall she hadn't met anyone new or had any other friends. New York was not suiting her well.

[Blaize Ackman]

"You look like you could use a friend." Blaize said softly in his British accented voice, hands in his pockets. He gave her a smile and leaned on the stage next to her. "Looks like you're trying to hard."

[giselle]

Giselle looked surprised as he spoke. "Oh!" she said, smiling softly at him. "I... I didn't know anyone was watching...." she added, somewhat embarassed. She sighed at his last comment, "I know... but I just cant get it right and the girls are just throwing a fit... Im sorry.... you probably dont care about that..." she said, smiling. She scooted to where he was, dangling her feet over the edge. "I'm Giselle," she said.

[Blaize Ackman]

"Blaize." he grinned and held a hand out for her, raising his eyebrow a bit. "Well... Why are you listening to them anyway? Now...I don't know much about dancing - okay, I don't know anything about it, but you look like it makes you happy. So do it for yourself, and dont listen to them." He was always like that. Giving advice when he had no idea what was going on.

[giselle]

Giselle shook his hand, smiling. "Because they 'ave the ability to get me fired." she said, winking. "Besides, its harsh to hear how terrible you are at something you've been trying at all your life. Its even worse when you figure out that their right." she said, sighing softly.

[Blaize Ackman]

(sorry...i got kicked out of my house. Didnt have a computer)

"Oh, trust me. I know you there." Blaize's lips quirked up into a smile. "Hurts even more when its the thing you love to do....that they say you can't. But you can't let that stop you. Words are only words after all, I've yet to find one that actually has the power to hurt people. Trick is, to prove them wrong."

[giselle]

Giselle smiled a bit, "Thats true... but I've been trying to do just that and quite clearly I'm not making much progress." she said, sighing softly and rubbing her arm a bit. "I'm quite bruised, really... and nothing I do is akking anything better." she said, sighing. She paused for a moment, "You sound like your speaking from experience..." she said, though it was more of a question.