Rhythm of My Soul

Hey. Jordan Maree here, resident dancer and I'm all about the moves. I'm 17. And, uh, a sophomore. Yeah. It's my first year here at IB Prep. So, uh, yeah. Cool.

[jordan-maree-blog]

What the hell goes in a writing portfolio?

[m--sykes]

Your best works and assignments from the year.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Is there, like.... a threshold for best? Because they all, kinda, you know.... suck.

[jordan-maree-blog]

What the hell goes in a writing portfolio?

Sweets says I have to assemble one if I want to pass English. Fuck me.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Oh, so the musical is Chorus Line, right?

[s--torres]

Oh my god, same. I’d probably pass out from boredom if it weren’t for judging the other dances. Oh, definitely not. I’ve only met like, two other dancers, counting you, here. There’s no way they built the proper cast for this show off of that.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Hello, awesome dancer I haven't met before for some ungodly reason. I'm Jordan. Exactly, so it'll be so much more fun to pick at their technique. They knew what show they were signing up for.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Oh, so the musical is Chorus Line, right?

[s--torres]

Can I get in on that? Being super critical about dancing sounds like a shit ton of fun.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Sure, I love having someone to bitch to. It's great, it's how I get through competition season every year. Like there's no way in hell any more than a handful of the cast can dance as well as they actually need to for this show.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Oh, so the musical is Chorus Line, right?

Awesome. Means I can be super critical about the dancing. Score.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Ugh. Prom.

[erik-woodard]

Pfff, okay, fine, be nice. Fuck with the guys, then.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Maybe I will. So. Question. Who are you and why are you telling me to fuck up prom for everyone?

[jordan-maree-blog]

Ugh. Prom.

[jacob-somerby]

Working on it. Didn’t actually get a “yes” yet. 

[jordan-maree-blog]

Well, best of luck, then. I bet she'll say yes.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Ugh. Prom.

[erik-woodard]

What a negative way to view an opportunity to majorly fuck with people.

[jordan-maree-blog]

I have a feeling that wouldn't go over well with the prom-obsessed girls if I somehow ruined their prom.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Ugh. Prom.

[jacob-somerby]

I’m working on a getting a date so, possibly.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Cool, dude. Good for you.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Ugh. Prom.

[erik-woodard]

Why the long face?

[jordan-maree-blog]

No date, no friends to go with, no desire to spend the entire night sitting and watching couples grind. Take your pick.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Ugh. Prom.

[jacob-somerby]

Oh, how cute.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Fricken adorable. Are you going?

[jordan-maree-blog]

Ugh. Prom.

[jacob-somerby]

No date?

[jordan-maree-blog]

No, I totally have a date. One of my nonexistent friends asked me. 

[jordan-maree-blog]

Ugh. Prom.

[jordan-maree-blog]

I don't think I even know anyone here.

[alex--cooper]

You’re welcome! How’re you? Either than feeling pathetic.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Other than that? I'm fucking peachy.

[jordan-maree-blog]

I don't think I even know anyone here.

[jacob-somerby]

It would. I wonder if people call the Jackson Jack and get them confused.

[jordan-maree-blog]

They probably do. I'd hate that, I'm glad there's no one with a name too like mine. Individuality's pretty awesome.

[jordan-maree-blog]

I don't think I even know anyone here.

[jacob-somerby]

That’s very true. Jacob, Jordan, I know there’s a Jack, too.

[jordan-maree-blog]

And a Jackson, I think. I'd hate to be the Jack and Jackson, that'd get confusing.

[jordan-maree-blog]

I don't think I even know anyone here.

[jacob-somerby]

Woooo. I’m Jacob.

[jordan-maree-blog]

Nice to meet you, Jacob. Damn, I've met a lot of guys with J names. It's weird.