Thread: All the Right Moves | ockeroid and colada

As always, Kirov Yury Antokolsky was the first at the dance studio a habit he picked up after Audrey passed six months ago. Staying in a home meant for two held no appeal for him and he was never one to just sit in his depression. Theyd only been together two years and while he enjoyed every moment with her, had he known she would suddenly be taken away from him Kirov would have done things differently. He would have loved her better, harder. But that was what they all said, right? Shaking his head, Kirov dropped his duffle bag next to the door and removed his grey sweats and hoodie, revealing the black ballet tights and undershirt that he wore underneath. The early morning light that filter through the windows made it so that Kirov had no need for extra lighting and simply began stretching with the thirty minutes he had before his students arrived. The raven haired man was still adjusting to the title of instructor and teacher. It was only four months ago that he was offered the position at The Marinsky Ballet Academy but he was grateful for it. Before this hed been traveling with his troupe to various parts of Europe and hed been having the time of his life. Audrey travelled with them as their photographer and theyd celebrated every performance together. Funny how such an uplifting thing as celebrating could result in her death. A few too many drinks and a car ride back to the hotel turned into his car being wrapped around a tree with broken bones and a dead wifebut he didnt want to think about that right now. Ballet had been in his life for over sixteen years now and he wouldnt let it go when it was the only thing he had left to keep him going, so when they offered him a position to teach, he accepted it with open arms. He knew he could never perform again but that didnt mean he had to leave entirely. Hed just finished his splits and pirouettes and was working on his leg swings when the first few students flittered in with their shy smiles to their instructor. So you all made it through the weekend, hm? Kirov found out early on that the previous instructor had been female and a bit older than his own twenty eight years but he didnt want them to feel uncomfortable around him. He was fully aware that didnt exactly present himself as a dancer. Tattoos didnt elevate your standing as a dancer, neither did shaving the sides of your hair and dying it blue. However, with the strong shoulders and well muscled legs he acquired over the years, Kirov certainly proved himself as a dancer time and time again. He moved with a smoothness that few could compete with, he was driven, and liked to think he cleaned up nicely when the time called for it. Kirov was one of the lucky few who proved to the ballet world not to judge a book by its cover. That being said, many of the women and some of the men seemed to have taken to him in a way that wasnt really professional. Okay guys, Shaking the rest of the tension from his body, he did a quick headcount to make sure everyone was present as he made an announcement. I want you to start warming up and Ill tell you a bit about the upcoming audition Im sure you all have been whispering about. There was a new student that was supposed to be in his class but as she had a few more minutes before class actually started. In three months the academy will be putting on a performance choreographed by the director and she is picking one student from each class to be a part of the performance. Now from what Ive seen from you all so far has been great but The door opening had Mikhails blue eyes glancing quickly in the direction, only for him to do a double take as he paused in the middle of his sentence, his hands frozen mid-gesture as he took in the sight before him. His eyes had to be playing tricks on him. The grey eyes that stared back at him could belong to anyone else but Audrey. The slightly mussed hair, the oddly pointed nose and lithe frame had all been Audrey. His Audrey. But the longer he stared, the more his brain had time to process the apparition the clearer it became that this girl wasnt the woman hed fallen in love with. Audrey had been taller and her hair a rich auburn. She also lacked a dancers body, preferring to eat to her hearts content and having the curves as proof. Even so, it didnt stop his heart from beating faster or his throat from tightening Clearing away the tightness, he mustered up a smile and lowered his arms, attempting to cover up his lapse though it was pretty much impossible. You must be Charlotte. You can start warming up with everyone else. Im Kirov Antokolsky. He watched her for a moment as she walked across the room before focusing his attention on the whole class once again. As I was saying, many of you have a good chance at being chosen but you still need a lot of work. There were a few sighs and he smiled good-naturedly. Hey, the hours will be well worth it when you see your name on program so if you need some motivation think of that. Ill even ask for your autograph. He gave the more time to stretch before beginning the days lesson, certain that this was going to be one of the longest days of his life. OOC Hopefully it's to your liking c