First Position - Gay, He is Not, PT. 1
A/N: This takes place two weeks after the prologue. You'll see why things were happening in the prologue and even more so for the events in this chapter. Anita's system for her studio is pretty simple. I haven't really set up one for her (renowned ballet) company as of yet, I'll never elaborate too much hopefully but I should at least build something on it so there's no loose ends, even if they're potentially minor.
First Position - Gay, He is Not, Pt. 1
2 Weeks Later...
"This is it." The taxi driver announced to his white haired passenger who was less than enthused to arrive to a place he wasn't entirely willing to spend time at.
"Thanks," nonetheless he said, paying the pleasant man his fare and exited the cab, shutting the door with equal unenthusiasm.
Arriving at the glass building's front entrance, Allen sauntered into the building with a blank look on his face. The emotion of despair found it however when he saw the flights of stairs he had to climb as an alternative to the broken elevator.
"For the debts, for the debts, for the debts..." He rambled with each step up then.
Soon enough, Allen was at the floor he was to be at, the stairs leading right into the studio with only a glass door blocking his would've been effortless, thoughtless entrance. Even though the transparent glass allowed him to see some of the things going on in the studio, it felt completely different viewing everything once he entered. A dramatic wave of sheer impression washing over him as he watched a petite woman work her body gracefully and seemingly effortlessly for the judges to the classical ballet music, finishing up with a simple bow; her long torso contributing to her hair tied in a bun reaching all the way down to the glistening wooden floor that helped the white walls and slightly dimmed white lights convey the innocence the studio oozed as soon as he set his eyes upon it.
Allen's eyes never left the woman for the longest time, drinking in every movement of her body, of her features as she gave a final smile and thought immediately of how pretty she was. Thinking to himself that he had found a crush already here. Thinking too that all he'd be able to do was stare and hope to not mess up his image around her seeing as though he thought she was way out of his league. Thinking on the brighter side however that he may have found his inspiration to do his best to get his debts repaid faster already.
When a familiar, more gorgeous woman took the effort to get up and approach him with a genuine looking enough grin, he felt it to be almost contagious and thought of her as his second newfound crush here. Gladly, he accepted her hug not knowing what exactly it was for.
Pulling away from him finally, she flashed her opalescent teeth, tilting her head right causing the black long side bangs to fall that way. "Oh, one hundreth...Walker, I'm so glad you made it. You were after all among my favorites in those video auditions. I would've bawled for days if you hadn't shown up today." The beautiful Asian woman sweetly exaggerated, pushing her low ponytail over her shoulder.
"How could I miss this? It's an opportunity of a lifetime," Allen lied.
"Opportunity of a lifetime? You're an hour late, we're almost done! Hell, that was the last live audition actually!" A large and bald, tanned and intimidating woman suddenly started, approaching him.
Surprised, Allen began explaining himself, "I was told to come at seven A.M sharp, so I woke up at five." The extremely recent memory of Cross kicking Allen out of his bed at that time all for him to be even further shocked to find all the things he needed to do for his morning ritual already set up - including a enormous breakfast - flashed through his mind. Allen trying not to shudder out of disturbance because of the memory. "I arrived at 6:58 A.M and it took me two minutes to walk upstairs to this floor which I assume would've took me five had I been a lazy, excuse me, twat. Therefore, arriving seven o'clock on the dot. Or am I mistaken?"
The muscular woman exhaled audibly, vein twitching in sync with her left eye below it, pointing a finger aggressively at the clueless teen. "Don't you dare bring that condescending attitude in here with me, or Lady Anita, ya' little confusing geezer-teenager, shrimpy little british fuckboy!" Grabbing onto his collar protruding out of his gray vest, she continued breathing down his face, "who do you think you're talking to? I could break both your testicles and then finally get the leading role in The Nutcracker."
With that, their audience watching them as soon as the terrifying woman raised her voice turned to look the other way, what was happening being none of their business. Acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was occuring.
Allen almost felt pee trickle down his thighs. "I'm-I'm sorry, I just-st thought I-eeeee was supposed to c-co-come at seven."
"Mahoja calm down, he was just explaining himself. We really did say to come at seven." The soft voiced yet mature sounding woman reasoned. "Auditions did start now, you're right on ti..." She trailed off however when a familiar chuckle assumingly at the scene reached her ears.
Lady Anita looked up from her partner and her hundreth student and begun gazing upon the handsome, red-haired man smoking a cigarette, bringing attention to himself from Mahoja. Her, - if she really was at least - whipping her head over to where the distinct smell came from and exhaling out of disgust, trying not to breathe in the death stick's aroma. Her fists unclenched from his collar, letting him thud to the floor as she started rolling up her already short sleeves. Stomping over to the disrespectful man who strangely didn't even have his eyes set upon her as he let his cigarette burn, leaving a long stick of ash threatening to drop. Involuntarily though, the man flicked the cigarette's hanging ash off as he tried to set the stick between his lips for another drag, Mahoja's eyes bulging further. Swiftly, she forced herself down to the floor, sliding across it and in the end perfectly catches the ash before it hit the then tainted floor.
Eyeing the mess in her hands then at the inconsiderate man, slowly, she raised herself from the floor, rubbing the ash together between her hands. The red-head with annoyingly long hair for a man was still looking straight over her, enraging Mahoja more. "Hey," she started, almost at eye level. He still wasn't looking. "Hey!" She huffed now at eye level, catching his attention this time.
"Wh-!" And as soon as their eyes met, a clean slap to the face with ash permeating into the air rung throughout the already almost quiet studio (including Allen's soft whimpers and Mahoja's heavy breathing, movements and threatening voice). Now though, it was silent. Until her next slap with her left rung this time again before he fell to the floor, catching him with her right hand and grabbing onto the skin of his face of both cheeks and stretching it, his feet hovering over the floor.
"The audacity..." She breathed heavily through her teeth, almost incoherently.
Her gaze leaving even the red-haired highly esteem man feeling like a mere bug when he awoke from his brief coma.
Just when the ill-tempered woman was about to do more damage, a smaller short haired woman stepped in trying to calm down the scary lady from harming who Allen recognized to be his guardian, Cross Marian. Allen catching his breath as Anita finally started paying attention back to him. Bringing him up from the floor. "As I was saying, you're not in the wrong. Mahoja was just joking around with you. She's just sensitive to y-young ones and their ah-attitudes." She reassured, rubbing his back soothingly as he clutched onto his chest.
That's when Allen paused, catching the stammer at the end of the seemingly composed and graceful woman's sentence (of all the things he found the strangest) and cocked a brow since that seemed uncharacteristic. Thoughts flooding in about Anita being scared too by her, by Mahoja simply because she quite rarely or never ever lashed out like this to anyone. Feeling guilty and all the more agitated, breathing turning rampant again.
Fainting actually, that being too much for his weakened heart...
By the time he awoke and officially calmed down, it was almost his time to perform for the judges who were no other than Anita Zhang: Class A's teacher, Mahoja: Class B's teacher, Chaozii Han: Class C's teacher, Masoa: Class D's teacher, Kie: Class E's teacher, and Lenalee Lee, who was the same person who came to his master's aid and helped rehabilitate Allen to sanity. She was Anita's pupil. Thankfully, paying attention only to him, leaving his rightfully bruised and dirty with ash hand prints on his face teacher to awkwardly gaze at his supposed to be teacher on the floor in a corner. Her aid helping assure the judges he was healthy enough to dance.
From the way Cross was staring at the gorgeous owner, obviously with money signs in his eyes, he knew he had to get into Class A. Unfortunately being the most desirable class since The Anita Zhang taught it meant Allen would have to exert even more effort than he even less so wanted to in order to have a chance of getting into it.
He groaned to himself, mentally disheveled almost completely but having to keep composure for his dance, he had already begun to suck it up...
A/N: I remember you, Midnight Phantasma and your advice to start writing 1,000 words/day. I'll take your advice for this story. Though when the plot thickens, maybe the chapters' will purposely lengthen to 2,000 words.
Thanks for reading, I'd rather have updates everyday rather than updates every eight months. *cough* Hoshino Katsura *cough*.