STOP&&STARE(CHASE)

[desiree]

Desiree into the empty studio tossing her dance bag over in the corner with her water bottle. It was seven o'clock on the dot, she was finished with classes for the day and she back in the studio like clockwork you read the girl like a book, with the way she routine set out her right down to very minute of everyday. Sitting down on on one of the chairs against the wall she pulled off her ballet slippers, reaching down to pull her pointe shoes out from her bag but then paused throwing down on the ground next to her deciding last minute to start off with a contemporary/lyrical routine instead of one of her ballet ones, something that she could better barefoot anyways. Grabbing her iPod from inside her bag she walked over to set it into place in the stereo plugged into the wall sitting over on the floor in a corner. She fiddled around for a few minutes before she finally found the right song she was looking for, pressing play and then quickly turned the music up several notches letting H.I.M's One Last Time play loudly through the studio.

Walking to stand directly in the middle of the room staring at her double reflection in the mirror ahead of her. She stood there waiting a few short moments as she counted herself in, in her head before she started out a slow rhythmic dance to the emotional song. Desiree was a professional trained dancer in ballet and contemporary, the ballet part of course she always got teased for from Chase, not that cared she could still out-dance him any day, at least in her opinion. Coming to the chorus of the song was when she started to make things interesting pulling out several fully spread leaps and a couple flips. Along with her extensive dance training Desiree had taken gymnastics for nearly the same amount time to help her along a lot more. It was mostly for that reason with the tricks, flips and leaps that she was already accustomed to doing part of the time that had gotten her interested in certain forms of hip-hop dancing, something her mother thought she was absolutely crazy for getting into. It was after being out at many clubs and watching people that had started to pique her interest a little going from there and doing her own little experimentation with copying a few things she had seen and then melding it together with a few things she knew from contemporary.

She was so engulfed not only in the song but the dance she had been working on choreographing the past day or so, that she would have been oblivious to any interruptions. That was perhaps a slight surprise as she was one that hated interruptions on anything she was doing and depending on when and what it was she was doing at the time she could get a fair testy with the person doing the interrupting. Being at the studio this late she always loved though for the quiet that she could get quite lost in her concentration, and she had typically always assumed Chase was never around when she had come by to practice by herself.

this is talking. this is talking.


words. 539
tagged. chase
outfit. click.
music. one last time by HIM
notes. yeah just say she's wearing the purple dancewear pictured except with the cut of the blue one XD
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *

[chase]

Chase was quite proud of himself. Being able to form and keep a business about something he loved was the best feeling in the entire world. He felt that nearly anyone could put all their emotions into dance, and wanted to try to bring that out. The little kids were his favorites though. They had near to no sense of balance or center, and more often than not, just fell over their own feet. But they tried. Man, did they try. That and he found it a personal satisfaction to see people wanting to learn to dance that young. And not to mention a style of dance that took years to get down enough to be good. He’d only been doing it for about ten years, and there were still some moves he couldn’t touch to save his life. It was intense.

He thanked the last person heading out the door, going to the receptionist desk to look over a few statements. Rent check time. He didn’t own the building completely yet, but he only had a few more payments left until he bought it out. He had worked hard to get this far, and there was no way he was letting it slip through his fingers. He sat down at the desk, compiling the amount he needed to pay from this month’s classes. He had a few more people attend than previous months, so from the look of it, he’d have some extra money to play with. The stuck the needed amount into an envelope, writing down the address of the bank, adding a stamp and walking outside to put it in the mailbox to be picked up the next day. There, now he wouldn’t have to worry about it. He walked back inside, putting the rest of the cash into a safe box.

Carson knew none of his employees would steal any of the money, but he liked to be safe regardless. He put the box into one of the lower drawers on the desk, getting up to grab his things to head home. It had been a long day. Usually was though. The studio was open from eight in the morning until latest seven at night. Though, today he didn’t have evening classes. He knew that overworking himself was just as bad as overworking the people who came to take his classes. He walked to his office, picking up his hoodie and his car keys. All he wanted to do now was to go home, take a nice hot shower and get something edible in his stomach. He hadn’t eaten for about five hours and he had danced out most of that energy.

He tugged the hoodie over his shoulders, stopping as he heard faint music playing from one of the studios. Huh, he thought he’d turned all the stereos off. Oh well. He walked to the direction of the music, pausing as he saw the culprit. He knew he’d turned everything off. But Désirée had decided to get some last minute dance in it seemed. He watched for a bit, looking through the glass door. The girl had talent; he’d give her that. It was one of the reasons he’d hired her. She knew more about other dance styles than he did. They always poked fun at each other for it, but when it came to the bottom line, they complimented each other’s styles pretty well. He waited for a pause in the music before walking in. “Class time not enough for ya Des?” He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked towards her.

STATUS COMPLETE
FEATURING CHASE * DESIREE
WEARING THIS
NOTES SORRY FOR THE WAIT!
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

[desiree]

The one thing to know about miss Desiree Renault is that she definitely wound a little too tightly sometimes, she doesn’t often look it but once you get to know you really start to see. Sure she gets out the club regularly to have fun and dance, but the girl is so ‘type A’ that quite honestly she doesn’t know how to really step out and have some fun. She’s never been one for spontaneity, she always needs to be able to plan things in advance, to anyone taking a brief glimpse into her life could surely say she on the safe side of things. She makes daily lists of things to do and if you stepped into her apartment you would be able to see the full extent of her ‘OCD type A’ personality right from the alphabetized books, CDs and DVDs, to her color coded walk-in closet also organized by season. Despite all the quirks with Desiree she can be great to get along with if you get past her never-ending need for routine. The one thing though no one can ever argue she doesn’t have enough of is drive and ambition, perhaps at times she has a just a little bit too much when she goes about working on something to move forward her career that she’s skipping meals and forgetting about that human need to relax every once and a while.

One that particular day Chase was lucky that one she was in a very good mood and two the song was already nearly finished she had on more than more occasion cursed on someone for ruining the moment when they just decided to waltz on into the room she was using. She rolled her eyes turning to Chase “Of course not.” she replied with a small smile. She typically put in around two to three hours of practice time outside of the classes she taught. “You can’t be the best at something if you don’t put in the time.” She added casually. “Was there something you needed or if there an actual reason you’re standing there looking a fool?” she asked grinning a bit as she walked over towards her to grab a long drink from her water bottle. Glancing over her reflection in the mirror Rae grabbed a few bobby pins from her dance to pin back a couple stray pieces of hair that had escaped from her messy bun.


words. 407
tagged. chase
outfit. click.
music. silent
notes. ugh not the best...
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *

[chase]

Chase was ready for a relaxing evening. Being able to head home and pop his feet up onto the couch, put a good action flick on the TV and just chill, sounded like the best possible thing at that moment. There was just something great about having a fulfilling day at work and being able to come home to a comfortable living room afterwards. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was something amazing. It was especially gratifying after paying off his rent. He couldn’t wait to own the building. Of course, he knew he’d still be paying taxes on the town’s water and electric bills but still… the bulk of the building would be all his. It was such a big stepping stone for him. He never thought he’d ever have the chance to own his own studio and have it be so successful.

It was everything he could ever dream of. And he loved being able to work with people who shared his passion for dance. It was one of his main reasons for hiring Desiree. As much as they liked to taunt each other, they worked extremely well together. They complimented each other’s styles easily. It was a unique match for work, but it worked for them. Although, he did think that taunting was much more fun. So when he saw that Desiree had stayed later than her shift, he couldn’t help himself from taking that opportunity to bug her a little. After all, they were both off the clock, so it didn’t have to be professional. Which was helpful.

Chase chuckled as Des responded to his comment. He knew how she felt. He’d live in the studio if he could. He loved being able to exercise his own talents outside of classes. He crossed his arms over his chest as he walked towards her, chuckling. “Just wanted to see what you were up to. And careful about criticizing your boss missy,” he said, a playful grin spread over lips. His arms dropped to his sides as he watched her pin her hair up again. “So, how were your classes today? Sounded like everything was going well.” he always liked to make sure his employees were happy, and he always made sure that the classes went well. It was important.

STATUS COMPLETE
FEATURING CHASE * DESIREE
WEARING THIS
NOTES SORRY FOR THE WAIT!
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

[desiree]

“Right and what seriously are you going to do about it?” Desiree questioned in a slightly teasing manner, raising one brow. “Because I highly doubt you would ever find a better person than myself to teach a class.” She added matter-of-factly glancing at Chase through the reflection in the mirror as she fixed her hair a little. “Not to mention, you sure better appreciate the work I do for you, I’ve already had offers to teach at a studio across town.” Desiree added casually. “Things went fairly smoothly except for one person deciding to continually lift his partner wrong, efforts like that is where he’ll end up dropping her and no matter what I seem to do he never uses the proper technique.” Desiree replied slightly irritated thinking back. Complete disregard for things like that always made her patience run thinly rather fast and had a hard time putting up with people who couldn’t pay attention and thus end up causing serious damage to either themselves or their partner.

“If you’re not doing anything tonight would you care to join me for coffee or something to eat?” Desiree asked casually turning around to meet Chase’s gaze. “I was going to head out for something just before I go out to the club for awhile.” She added. “I was planning on sticking around her at least another hour or so to finish up some more practice.” Desiree commented simply. Of course she would go out for a night of dancing right after spending a whole day teaching plus her own private time doing practice, why would you expect anything less when it came to that girl, she certainly had her priorities straight but keeping a social life that didn’t have anything to do with dance as a priority seemed to be a foreign concept to her at times.

“Oh by the way, I will be New York on work with production rehearsals for the week.” Rae said walking over to the stereo the fiddle with her iPod to look for the right song. “You’re completely welcome to watch.” She said grinning right before Sweater Song began to play from the speakers. “I still have a lot of work to do for choreographing a few partner dances.” She continued. When it came to choreography Desiree loved dances that told a story, whether it was severely emotional or cute and playful and Sweater Song as of late had been one of the songs had in a play list that she just couldn’t get out of her head with wanting to tell that story.

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wordcount --- 431
outfit --- here, purple one but with the cut and style of the blue one.
notes --- sorry for the wait on this been so tired with work lately
I'll make all this look pretty later
music --- 9 shades of red by hedley
tag --- chase!

[chase]

Chase couldn’t help but love to pick on Des. It was part of the charm of their entire relationship. He chuckled as his employee shit back at him, calling him out on his empty threat. “Well… if I was really mean, I could dock your pay for a week. But I know you’re good, and I wouldn't do that.” He added a cheeky smirk to the end of his comment, showing her that he was still just joking around like usual. He walked over behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and glancing at the mirror to see their faces. “Trust me, I know I got lucky having you teaching here. And I never regretted hiring you. Plus, who else is gonna keep me sane eh?” He grinned, removing his hands and stepping back to give her some room.

He listened as she started to describe her day. He almost winced visibly as she talked about the one kid. He knew some of the students took awhile to get used to all the steps and everything, but when it came to lifts, you had to be really careful. He pursed his lip, crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe he should take a couple of my classes. It would at least strengthen his muscles a bit more until he can hold her up properly. Or maybe we could work out a couple split group classes and mix ours together to give everyone a chance to try something else.” He wanted every class to go perfectly, even though it would never happen. It just wasn’t possible. But when it came to dancing, he was always a perfectionist. He couldn’t help himself.

Chase smiled softly as the subject turned to dinner. “Yeah, sure. I could go for a bite.” As soon as the words left his mouth, his stomach growled. Well, that helped his answer a bit. He hadn’t eaten for about six hours, and after dancing for most of those six hours, his body needed food. Water only did so much to fill him up. And it was usually a false full stomach feeling with water. He stuck his hands down into his pockets as he watched Des turn back to the stereo. “You know… you keep going like this, and you’ll end up burning yourself out. I don’t want you to get sick or end up hurting yourself. Take it easy okay?” He had a feeling she wouldn’t listen anyway, but he knew what it was like to get so carried away that you didn’t know when to stop until you ended up on the floor.

He couldn’t help from raising his eyebrows a bit when she said she’d be off in New York for a bit. “Really? Wow, okay. Do you want me to cover your classes or… are you canceling them?” He could figure that she had worked out something for when she was gone, but he wanted to be on board with everything. He smiled softly at the sing she put on, nodding as she said he could watch. “Do I ever pass up an opportunity to watch you dance? Come on now.” He moved back towards the door to give her the entire floor to work with, leaning against the wall to watch. He could dance like she did if he actually wanted to, but he enjoyed watching her more than doing the steps himself. Plus, she had a grace he’d never be able to get, no matter how hard he tried.

STATUS COMPLETE
FEATURING CHASE * DESIREE
WEARING THIS
NOTES NO WORRIES =]
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0