Apr. 26th, 2016
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Apr. 26th, 2016 01:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I just ate a jar of Nutella for breakfast whilst looking at flights to Hawaii. I'm going to blame getting my arse dumped. Yeah, I'm single now and willing to try speed dating.
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Shannon's mom and dad want you, Mom, and me to come for dinner at their place one night this week.
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You guys have got him. He's yours. Just need to lodge the paperwork ASAP to get the process completed.
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Who? Ainsley Ashwood and Harry Matheson
What? Teen hormones + performing arts = jealousy
When? Tuesday night
Where? One of the Juilliard practice studios
Ainsley never passed up a chance to see Harry in his tights. Maybe that sounded like a terrible reason to enjoy ballet, but Ainsley was a teenage boy, and an honest one. He wouldn't deny that a lot of his enjoyment for the beautiful art of dancing was due in no small part to the tightly-clad boy just a year younger than him on the stage, dancing with a precision that made Ainsley's head spin. Ballet required levels of perfection that Ainsley couldn't imagine. Every step had to be carefully choreographed to avoid hurting yourself or any of your fellow dancers.
He absolutely wouldn't be able to do it. There was no doubt of that. He could barely dance as it was, aside from goofy dancing to silly pop music with his friends, or very comfortable slow dancing. He had some level of rhythm, but anything that required him to learn specific steps was just automatically going to be a disaster. He was content to watch Harry perform from a comfortable seat in the audience.
At least until the all-too-realistic reminder came that he was performing in a love story. Romeo and Juliet. Classic Shakespeare... Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes... Fucking teenagers in love. How Ains had somehow managed to miss the memo that the starcrossed lovers in fair Verona would be pretty physically affectionate with one another in an art form where they told the entire story with their bodies was anyone's guess, but when Harry captured his co-star Zara's lips in a kiss that told of hungry teenage passion, Ainsley found his fingers digging painfully into the arm of the theater seat he occupied. This was not what he'd been expecting at all.
What? Teen hormones + performing arts = jealousy
When? Tuesday night
Where? One of the Juilliard practice studios
Ainsley never passed up a chance to see Harry in his tights. Maybe that sounded like a terrible reason to enjoy ballet, but Ainsley was a teenage boy, and an honest one. He wouldn't deny that a lot of his enjoyment for the beautiful art of dancing was due in no small part to the tightly-clad boy just a year younger than him on the stage, dancing with a precision that made Ainsley's head spin. Ballet required levels of perfection that Ainsley couldn't imagine. Every step had to be carefully choreographed to avoid hurting yourself or any of your fellow dancers.
He absolutely wouldn't be able to do it. There was no doubt of that. He could barely dance as it was, aside from goofy dancing to silly pop music with his friends, or very comfortable slow dancing. He had some level of rhythm, but anything that required him to learn specific steps was just automatically going to be a disaster. He was content to watch Harry perform from a comfortable seat in the audience.
At least until the all-too-realistic reminder came that he was performing in a love story. Romeo and Juliet. Classic Shakespeare... Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes... Fucking teenagers in love. How Ains had somehow managed to miss the memo that the starcrossed lovers in fair Verona would be pretty physically affectionate with one another in an art form where they told the entire story with their bodies was anyone's guess, but when Harry captured his co-star Zara's lips in a kiss that told of hungry teenage passion, Ainsley found his fingers digging painfully into the arm of the theater seat he occupied. This was not what he'd been expecting at all.
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Call the folks to see how the kid's doing. Be told he's been asleep for the last 21 hours with jetlag. At least he's not giving them hernias.