Cary always got lost in his head when he danced, it was part of what made him such a good dancer. He could lose himself entirely in the story and the part he was given. This one in particular was one of his favorites. Manon while not a widely known ballet was one he’d always appreciated particularly in terms of the pas deux’s. He’d been eighteen when he first performed this pas deux for his school's talent show case alongside Harmony. It was one of the few pas deux’s where the difficulty was largely on the male dancer. The scene has Harmony weary as Cary did everything he could to bring the life back into her. This meant Cary was the one pushing the dancer forward and even making Harmony dance. The dance consisted of several difficult lifts on Cary’s part, whether it be tossing Harmony above his head and catching her, or draping her across his shoulders while spinning around the stage.
If the actual dancing wasn’t hard enough there was the heavy emotional material of the scene, and the eroticism that was found throughout it. Harmony’s dress was flowy and resembled rags more than an actual dress which meant a lot of exposure as Cary moved her around and grabbed her before her character died in his arms. He knew there were a lot of men who’d love to be in his position, with Harmony all over him, and getting to grab her in the places he got to touch. But Cary was above it all, after all they’d been dancing side by side since they were eight years old. There had been a period when he was fourteen when getting to grab her like that excited him, but then again almost everything excited him at fourteen. Now it was a process and action like anything else. He had Harmony over his shoulders when he heard Joey from behind him say, “What the fuck?”
Cary was ready to scold him for disrupting when his eyes finally focused on his surroundings and noticed Axel. His eyes took him in carefully like he had appeared out a dream. Harmony was still above him as he stared, arms holding her there, and surprisingly Harmony complained before Cary’s muscles. “Cary?” She questions above him. He clears his throat and sets her down as his eyes dart around the room and back towards Axel. Harmony and Joey both come to his side and stare at Axel in confusion. “Am I hallucinating or is that Axel Smythe? You know that singer Harmony’s always lusting over in her little gossip rags?” Joey asks leaning over into Cary’s space. “I don’t lust over him,” Harmony complains before raising her brows a bit, “But I wouldn’t say no to him.” Cary shifts uncomfortably as Joey asks, “What’s he doing here?” Cary shrugs his shoulders a bit and says, “He’s Harry’s best friend or something.” Joey hums and then says, “Well I never thought I’d say it but it seems we made friends with the wrong brother.” Cary rolls his eyes at Joey and says, “I’ll handle this. Alone,” he warns them both before leaving their sides to walk to where Axel stands.
“What...What are you doing here...,” Cary starts to ask before adding, “Man” Cause that sets a clear boundary right? “I...if Harry finds out you’re hanging around me he’s going to take out the entire east coast with his tantrum,” Cary warns trying to avoid looking at Axel too closely since every time he does he finds his defenses slightly lowered.
