Sometimes she just needed to dance by herself, much like tonight. She could stay as long as she needed to as long as she locked up when she finished; that was just one of the perks of being the company’s head dancer.
She finished out her stretches with a slight groan, toned muscles rippling beneath her porcelain skin as she moved. It’d been such a long week and right now she just needed to release something inside her, and this was the best way she could go about it.
She didn’t want to give in tonight.
With a sigh she reached for the stereo system remote and hit play to her personal track set before tying up her long platinum blonde hair into a high ponytail. She would push all of this out of her right here and now, where the only consequence for her was a nicely sore body and maybe a shortness of her breath.
She chose her tracks without words; Lindsey Stirling of course. Alex loved how she could feel the bass pulsing in her chest, like a powerful version of her own heartbeat. It only took a moment for her to take off across the floor, body moving quickly in flowing and snapping motions. She was engulfed in the music around her, she didn’t notice the door to the studio creeping open behind her.
Shuichi didn’t leave Japan often. But his band was escalating in popularity, and that meant playing lives in foreign countries: they’d started out in France, England, and Germany. But now, now they had fans in even America. American people were demanding a concert from Bad Luck! It was an odd feeling. Knowing that people that couldn’t even understand his music wanted to see him play live. It was a great honor. And at least they wouldn’t know how much his lyrics sucked.
He really was the best of the best, wasn’t he?
So he found himself exploring the streets of Seattle just a few hours after rehearsal. His heartbeat still hummed beneath his breast with excitement, a playful bounce in his step as he began his exploration. There were clusters of restaurants and shops glittering along the streets. Nothing quite like Tokyo, but impressive all the same. He could make out a small handful of the English on the signs and quickly found that he was lost.
Just another adventure, he supposed. Hopefully it was one that he’d survive. The homeless that littered the street made him nervous. Criminals darted from alley way to alley way. It occurred to him as he pushed through the the doors of a particular nice building that guns weren’t illegal in America and the thought frightened him. Anyone could have a concealed weapon around here.
With this in mind, he gave a polite nod to the receptionist in the lobby and avoided eye contact with her as he pushed through the halls. He did his best not to seem to curious about the black and white photographs of people he didn’t recognize. They lined the halls in a perfect stretch of a line. He noticed that they all looked like dancers.
Where had he gotten himself this time? He’d never get back to the Hilton Hotel at this rate. He needed to find a friendly face – someone that couldn’t possibly be carrying a weapon. There had to be someone like that around here – right?
As he sneaked down the hall, lips pressed together tightly, he heard a distinct melody. Bass pounding against the walls. Was that… a violin? Curiosity getting better of him, he followed the music to its source – a door nestled at the very back of the building – and approached cautiously. Maybe this place was a studio of some kind. Maybe there was a recording artist on the other side of the door! He reached out and grasped the door knob, pushing it open as quietly as possible.
There, his suspicions about this place were confirmed: it was a dance studio. A tall, elegant woman was swaying to the music. Her capable body led her across the floor, and by the conviction in her movements, Shuichi thought she might be very talented. The most he did was head bang or climb over speakers during lives. Being able to move like that would have been impossible for him.
He opened his mouth to speak in Japanese, but quickly shut it once more. He was in America. Right. English! He tried again, clapping his hands together to so that he was impressed. “Wow! That’s really cool!"
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