Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2010 14:02:59 GMT -5
Damian had just finished singing ‘Standin’ on a Corner’ and was sitting on the stages bench, his arm still around Hailey. That’s when the bickering began.
A jumble of shouts poured out from backstage.
“Oh my goodness!” Hailey cried tossing her arms in the air. “Are they always like this?!”
Keith went running across the stage after another girl, that is, until he tripped and went sprawling on the floor, bringing the girl down with him.
“Ouch…” Both the dancer and Damian said from their perch.
“Hey!” he cried suddenly. “Wanna me to show ya something?”
“Sure.” She said.
“Wah-cha!” he yelled and started to gesture before stopping short. “Can I borrow this?” he said pulling the end of the ribbon at the base of her neck. “Thanks.” She stared at him appalled as he tied it around his forehead, making his thick brown hair stand up every which way. “Wah-cha!” he repeated thrusting his hands out in a karate chop. “Hoo-ahh!” he chopped in anther direction.
“What was that?!” the girl cried.
“Learned it from Keith.” He said triumphantly. “Wanna see what I learned from Ryan?”
“Not really…” Hailey commented scooting away.
Ignoring her protest he stuck his hands in his pockets and pulled them out fast, two fingers sticking out as the barrel of his imaginary gun. Squinting his eyes he looked around, attempting to look stealthy before blowing the tips out each ‘barrel’ as if to blow the smoke away, and sheathed them back into his pockets. “Cool right?” he looked back over to his dancer.
She was gone.
“Sharon!” he heard her cry out as she stormed off.
“Y’see Damian,” Ryan said sitting next to the boy. “This is why we didn’t want you to have a dancer. You’ve got to respect them.” He nodded knowingly before resting his head on the back of the bench.
“Says the man with that on his face.” Damian said referring to the fresh red welt that was on Ryan cheek.
“…that wasn’t my fault.” The blush that crept onto his face concealed the handprint.
“I’m sure.” Damian remarked sarcastically.
A jumble of shouts poured out from backstage.
“Oh my goodness!” Hailey cried tossing her arms in the air. “Are they always like this?!”
Keith went running across the stage after another girl, that is, until he tripped and went sprawling on the floor, bringing the girl down with him.
“Ouch…” Both the dancer and Damian said from their perch.
“Hey!” he cried suddenly. “Wanna me to show ya something?”
“Sure.” She said.
“Wah-cha!” he yelled and started to gesture before stopping short. “Can I borrow this?” he said pulling the end of the ribbon at the base of her neck. “Thanks.” She stared at him appalled as he tied it around his forehead, making his thick brown hair stand up every which way. “Wah-cha!” he repeated thrusting his hands out in a karate chop. “Hoo-ahh!” he chopped in anther direction.
“What was that?!” the girl cried.
“Learned it from Keith.” He said triumphantly. “Wanna see what I learned from Ryan?”
“Not really…” Hailey commented scooting away.
Ignoring her protest he stuck his hands in his pockets and pulled them out fast, two fingers sticking out as the barrel of his imaginary gun. Squinting his eyes he looked around, attempting to look stealthy before blowing the tips out each ‘barrel’ as if to blow the smoke away, and sheathed them back into his pockets. “Cool right?” he looked back over to his dancer.
She was gone.
“Sharon!” he heard her cry out as she stormed off.
“Y’see Damian,” Ryan said sitting next to the boy. “This is why we didn’t want you to have a dancer. You’ve got to respect them.” He nodded knowingly before resting his head on the back of the bench.
“Says the man with that on his face.” Damian said referring to the fresh red welt that was on Ryan cheek.
“…that wasn’t my fault.” The blush that crept onto his face concealed the handprint.
“I’m sure.” Damian remarked sarcastically.