Post by erin on May 19, 2009 17:46:34 GMT -5
Erin Summers had decided to wait until after hours before she did some dance practise, when she stopped by earlier the place was full of other students and she felt a little self conscious about practising her piece in front of all of them...by persuading the janitor a little he left the door on the latch for her so she could have the stage to herself for a while. The redhead wandered into the theatre, dressed in a long red t shirt with the slogan 'No Angel' printed across the chest, a pair of leggings and a pair of jazz trainers on her feet.
'Right, better get started...good thing I warmed up before I came here.'
She pulled her ipod out of her backpack and plugged into the speakers, shifting around for the right song. Erin found 'Breaking the Habit' with a grin and grabbed a spare chair, placing it beside her on the stage. Now she could really wind down. Waiting through the introduction and only starting one slow arm movement when the vocals came in, spinning away from the chair, facing the back of the stage. As the tempo picked up, Erin started a succession of fast pirouettes until she hit the third one, pulling right leg up by her head.
One thing could be said about Erin Summers...that girl was flexible.
She flipped over the chair, using it as a vault, bowing her head and going into a staccato section. As the music went into it's second chorus Erin went down into a full splits. Completely in her own world.
'Right, better get started...good thing I warmed up before I came here.'
She pulled her ipod out of her backpack and plugged into the speakers, shifting around for the right song. Erin found 'Breaking the Habit' with a grin and grabbed a spare chair, placing it beside her on the stage. Now she could really wind down. Waiting through the introduction and only starting one slow arm movement when the vocals came in, spinning away from the chair, facing the back of the stage. As the tempo picked up, Erin started a succession of fast pirouettes until she hit the third one, pulling right leg up by her head.
One thing could be said about Erin Summers...that girl was flexible.
She flipped over the chair, using it as a vault, bowing her head and going into a staccato section. As the music went into it's second chorus Erin went down into a full splits. Completely in her own world.