Trixie sighed as she ran. It had taken longer than she had thought to get a serviceable outfit and music together, and she wasnt really sure why she was trying out to begin with, maybe some part of her just wanted a challenge. Or more friends. or a social clique other than the one she had gotten so far.
Oh well, She could muse over the particulars later, she thought, as she burst into the room , a bit out of breath.
"Sorry I was so late in arriving. Hope I didnt miss the tryout?", she glanced around, looking at the other people here with some amount of shock, casually slipping into line with a sheepish grin. She managed a wave to the faces she knew, then tried to focus her attention to the routine she had worked out during downtime the last couple of evenings.
She quietly muttered under her breath, "well, least I cant say I wont have tried"
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Re: Cheer Squad Tryouts 2008
Bri gripped the clipboard so tightly in her hand that her usually tan fingers turned bone white as Franky strode to the table, decked out in last year's cheer uniform and threw her sneakered feet up on the edge. She plastered a bright grin on her face and turned to the bad dye job of a captain.
"Well, *Franky*, I have repeatedly asked you to call me by my name. Not whatever derogatory nickname passes though your bleached blonde head. But since you asked, I have the sign up list right here." She held up the clipboard and handed it to Franky, taking a seat at the table. She folded her hands in her lap after moving the CD player to the front of the table. "I thought we agreed that the new uniforms were better than those."
She smiled sweetly and pointed to the first name on the list. "Whenever you're ready, Franky."
"Well, *Franky*, I have repeatedly asked you to call me by my name. Not whatever derogatory nickname passes though your bleached blonde head. But since you asked, I have the sign up list right here." She held up the clipboard and handed it to Franky, taking a seat at the table. She folded her hands in her lap after moving the CD player to the front of the table. "I thought we agreed that the new uniforms were better than those."
She smiled sweetly and pointed to the first name on the list. "Whenever you're ready, Franky."
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FrancisCross
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Re: Cheer Squad Tryouts 2008
Tapping her pen lightly against her teeth, Franky nodded without bothering to look up from the clipboard.
"Oh, we did."
She offered Bri her best thousand-watt smile before returning to the seated crowd.
"Ok, kiddies, looks like we have a full afternoon, so let's get this show on the road. This is how it'll work, so listen up. I'm going to start with the first name on the sign-up list and work my way down. When I call your name, hand Bri your music and start your routine whenever your ready. If you have any questions, I'll take a shot at them when you get up here."
She paused to look over the gathered students. Somewhere in the back of the bleachers, someone coughed.
"Kara? You're up."
"Oh, we did."
She offered Bri her best thousand-watt smile before returning to the seated crowd.
"Ok, kiddies, looks like we have a full afternoon, so let's get this show on the road. This is how it'll work, so listen up. I'm going to start with the first name on the sign-up list and work my way down. When I call your name, hand Bri your music and start your routine whenever your ready. If you have any questions, I'll take a shot at them when you get up here."
She paused to look over the gathered students. Somewhere in the back of the bleachers, someone coughed.
"Kara? You're up."
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Kara stuffed the nervousness deep down into a hole and put a rock on top of it. That was the problem with learning how to deal with emotions: they stuck around. She closed her eyes for a second and imagined the ocean the way it had been the day she and Nigel had stood watching it: smooth, serene...the occasional wave, the chain of predator-prey relationships that carried all the way to the floor of the ocean and formed the basis for most life on-
Her green eyes snapped open. There was such a thing as carrying an analogy too far.
Kara stood and crossed the floor. carrying a CD and a cassette tape. "I did not know the format, so I made one of each kind. Um. I also have it only laptop in an MP3 format if..." she trailed off, realizing that she was babbling. She shoved the tape and CD in Franky's direction and headed out to the dance area.
Music was math. Reams of theory had been written on the subject, and she'd done very little in the previous week besides study for this tryout. In between practicing her dance, she'd read about cheerleading history, theory, and anything else that she could find. She'd found a song with a good beat, because that was essential, and she'd consulted with several of the students about moves to add to her routine. Some of them were in the gymnasium that day.
That was where the books and theory fell apart. They talked about perfect foot placement and enthusiasm, and never talked about the fact of dozens of people staring at you while you pranced around to a stupid, stupid song in the world's worst routine that would not only not get her a place on the cheer squad but maybe kicked out of Paragon City altogether-
She forced herself to stop and breathe deeply. They were her friends. She would probably only be exiled from the school or something. Finally the music kicked on, and the opening of Spiderbait's "Black Betty" tore into the air. Kara went into her carefully crafted and relentlessly practiced routine. All the hours of repetition came to her aid, and she was able to lose herself in the geometry of the dance and the sound coming together.
She spun, ran, kicked and even somersaulted. Then she jumped, and her hours of practice on a set of pads in the lab caught up with her when she landed...she was used to the pads, not the polished wood floor. It wasn't slick, exactly, but it was slick enough that her feet shot out from under her and she landed full on her butt. A billion thoughts raced through her mind as she landed, but finally they were all overridden by the part of her that had faced down the worst that Paragon City had to offer. The pain roared up from her tailbone, but she knew pain. It was becoming a constant companion, and she'd already prepared a place for it in her head. She stood and smiled a sickly grin and then waited until another beat swept her away again.
Suddenly it was over. It hadn't been amazing, she knew, but it was her best and that damn well had to count for something. She limped back to her seat, hoping that her tailbone was just bruised and not actually broken off.
Her green eyes snapped open. There was such a thing as carrying an analogy too far.
Kara stood and crossed the floor. carrying a CD and a cassette tape. "I did not know the format, so I made one of each kind. Um. I also have it only laptop in an MP3 format if..." she trailed off, realizing that she was babbling. She shoved the tape and CD in Franky's direction and headed out to the dance area.
Music was math. Reams of theory had been written on the subject, and she'd done very little in the previous week besides study for this tryout. In between practicing her dance, she'd read about cheerleading history, theory, and anything else that she could find. She'd found a song with a good beat, because that was essential, and she'd consulted with several of the students about moves to add to her routine. Some of them were in the gymnasium that day.
That was where the books and theory fell apart. They talked about perfect foot placement and enthusiasm, and never talked about the fact of dozens of people staring at you while you pranced around to a stupid, stupid song in the world's worst routine that would not only not get her a place on the cheer squad but maybe kicked out of Paragon City altogether-
She forced herself to stop and breathe deeply. They were her friends. She would probably only be exiled from the school or something. Finally the music kicked on, and the opening of Spiderbait's "Black Betty" tore into the air. Kara went into her carefully crafted and relentlessly practiced routine. All the hours of repetition came to her aid, and she was able to lose herself in the geometry of the dance and the sound coming together.
She spun, ran, kicked and even somersaulted. Then she jumped, and her hours of practice on a set of pads in the lab caught up with her when she landed...she was used to the pads, not the polished wood floor. It wasn't slick, exactly, but it was slick enough that her feet shot out from under her and she landed full on her butt. A billion thoughts raced through her mind as she landed, but finally they were all overridden by the part of her that had faced down the worst that Paragon City had to offer. The pain roared up from her tailbone, but she knew pain. It was becoming a constant companion, and she'd already prepared a place for it in her head. She stood and smiled a sickly grin and then waited until another beat swept her away again.
Suddenly it was over. It hadn't been amazing, she knew, but it was her best and that damn well had to count for something. She limped back to her seat, hoping that her tailbone was just bruised and not actually broken off.
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Re: Cheer Squad Tryouts 2008
Franky nodded, scribbling furiously on the clipboard before hitting the stop button on the CD player.
"Well done, Kara. Well done."
She shot a look to Brianna, "Right?"
Without waiting for a response, she immediately tapped her pen on the paper in her lap.
"Abigail Morgan?"
"Well done, Kara. Well done."
She shot a look to Brianna, "Right?"
Without waiting for a response, she immediately tapped her pen on the paper in her lap.
"Abigail Morgan?"
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Winterfrost
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Re: Cheer Squad Tryouts 2008
Abby gave Kara a smile and a thumbs up as she came back to the bleachers. Then her name was called, and for a moment she froze like a dear in headlights as her stomach twisting in knots. This was stupid, what am I doing here anyway? I’m going to make a fool out of myself. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind as she took a deep breath and smiled. I can do this!
She walked over to Francis, handing over a CD. “It’s the first song on it.” With that she went back to take her position, taking another deep breath. She had found a quiet, grassy part of campus this past week to practice, not wanting anyone else to see her. Now she was wishing she had gotten a few second opinions and had gotten used to doing this in front of people. She quickly reached up to tighten the ponytail her white hair was in, took one deep breath, and mustered all the confidence she could.
The beat of Brittney Spears’s Toxic came from the speakers. Why did I pick such a stupid song? But it was much too late to change it, and Abby smiled brightly as she went into her routine. Her steps were quick as she clapped and spun and kicked along to the music. She even managed to put in 2 slightly shaky cartwheels and a handstand the song went along, each step she took without disaster making her confidence grow. However, there was still a huge rock of dead in the pit of her stomach as she approached the end and her finish.
After what felt like a lifetime the song wound up, and Abby came front and center. Time for a cheer. She had been researching them online and she was convinced there was no way to do one by yourself without looking like an idiot. But this was a cheer leading try out, and she was damn well going to show she could cheer.
“Jump around, scream, and shout.
That's what spirit is all about.
C'mon, let's see some spirit!”
Her voice rang out like a bell in the gym, and she ended it with two stomps and a clap.
She was done. It could have been better. But it could have been a lot worse. She nodded to Francis and headed back to the bleachers, retaking her seat by Kara.
She walked over to Francis, handing over a CD. “It’s the first song on it.” With that she went back to take her position, taking another deep breath. She had found a quiet, grassy part of campus this past week to practice, not wanting anyone else to see her. Now she was wishing she had gotten a few second opinions and had gotten used to doing this in front of people. She quickly reached up to tighten the ponytail her white hair was in, took one deep breath, and mustered all the confidence she could.
The beat of Brittney Spears’s Toxic came from the speakers. Why did I pick such a stupid song? But it was much too late to change it, and Abby smiled brightly as she went into her routine. Her steps were quick as she clapped and spun and kicked along to the music. She even managed to put in 2 slightly shaky cartwheels and a handstand the song went along, each step she took without disaster making her confidence grow. However, there was still a huge rock of dead in the pit of her stomach as she approached the end and her finish.
After what felt like a lifetime the song wound up, and Abby came front and center. Time for a cheer. She had been researching them online and she was convinced there was no way to do one by yourself without looking like an idiot. But this was a cheer leading try out, and she was damn well going to show she could cheer.
“Jump around, scream, and shout.
That's what spirit is all about.
C'mon, let's see some spirit!”
Her voice rang out like a bell in the gym, and she ended it with two stomps and a clap.
She was done. It could have been better. But it could have been a lot worse. She nodded to Francis and headed back to the bleachers, retaking her seat by Kara.
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FrancisCross
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Re: Cheer Squad Tryouts 2008
There was a distinct possibility Franky was muttering something along the lines of, "So far, so good."
Then again, it could have been, "At least no one is dead."
It was too hard to tell but the platinum-coifed goth managed her third wide smile of the afternoon. Had to be a record.
"Thanks, Abby."
Francis took a brief moment to rummage through the back pack at her feet before fishing out a tube of black lipstick. In the manner that most girls casually apply their fifteenth round of lip gloss, she quickly reapplied the slick, black, greasepaint.
Satisfied that her appearance was at least disconcerting to the cheer co-captain next to her (if Bri's facial expression was any indication), she once again raised the clipboard to her knees.
"Elly? You're up next."
Then again, it could have been, "At least no one is dead."
It was too hard to tell but the platinum-coifed goth managed her third wide smile of the afternoon. Had to be a record.
"Thanks, Abby."
Francis took a brief moment to rummage through the back pack at her feet before fishing out a tube of black lipstick. In the manner that most girls casually apply their fifteenth round of lip gloss, she quickly reapplied the slick, black, greasepaint.
Satisfied that her appearance was at least disconcerting to the cheer co-captain next to her (if Bri's facial expression was any indication), she once again raised the clipboard to her knees.
"Elly? You're up next."
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Out of the bleachers, down to the floor, hand Franky your music, and take position.
I wouldn't be doing any flips. Kat said I still needed another week or two of practice before I should be trying that sort of thing off the gym mats, and I agreed: I liked my brains inside my skull where God intended them. So no head-cracking flips. Not even to upstage Kara (where the hell did she learn to do that?)
What I could do, what prom night reminded me I loved to do, was dance. I didn't get enough chances since Moltar was insistent on keeping me out of both school functions and the D. But this? School sanctioned.
Franky hit play. Pom-poms out...
"I hold on so nervously / to me and my drink / I wish it was cooling me..."
Roll your hips, clap, pump your hands to your chest... Kat had filled my head with moves that looked cheer-squad-like but fit into a dance smoothly. I still suspect I'll accidentally use them then next time they let me set foot on a real dance floor, but they felt natural mixed in with my own moves. I got more into it as the music worked into the first chorus.
"...I want to make you move / because you're standing still / and if your body matches what your eyes can do..."
I turned to rock my ass a little at the audience. That was totally improvised but Kat said looking like I was enjoying myself was the most important thing, since that got the audience into it. And I was enjoying myself. Shame Tony wasn't there, but I pretending he was and the rocking was for his benefit.
"...this club will probably / be closed in three weeks. / That would be cool with me..."
Bri was giving me this indecipherable look. I wasn't sure if she was having a Puritanical fit, or just pretending she didn't think I was any good. I returned it with an intense "I'll rock your world" look at the entire judging table.
"...a dark lit place / or your place or my place... / Well I'm not paralyzed..."
This bit was thoroughly rehearsed: as the chorus hit again I descended into my one pure cheer move, the splits. Hold for a second, don't wince while you're down, roll your back leg around and get back to your feet smoothly...
"...you'll probably move right through me / on my way to you."
Can you make a successful "Come 'ere, you stud" gesture with a pom-pom in your hand? Some experts say "no" but I say it's all in the eyes anyway. And... hold it. Enjoy the moment as every boy in the audience leans forward out of their seats. I couldn't out-flip Bri or the others, but I could out-hot them.
I wouldn't be doing any flips. Kat said I still needed another week or two of practice before I should be trying that sort of thing off the gym mats, and I agreed: I liked my brains inside my skull where God intended them. So no head-cracking flips. Not even to upstage Kara (where the hell did she learn to do that?)
What I could do, what prom night reminded me I loved to do, was dance. I didn't get enough chances since Moltar was insistent on keeping me out of both school functions and the D. But this? School sanctioned.
Franky hit play. Pom-poms out...
"I hold on so nervously / to me and my drink / I wish it was cooling me..."
Roll your hips, clap, pump your hands to your chest... Kat had filled my head with moves that looked cheer-squad-like but fit into a dance smoothly. I still suspect I'll accidentally use them then next time they let me set foot on a real dance floor, but they felt natural mixed in with my own moves. I got more into it as the music worked into the first chorus.
"...I want to make you move / because you're standing still / and if your body matches what your eyes can do..."
I turned to rock my ass a little at the audience. That was totally improvised but Kat said looking like I was enjoying myself was the most important thing, since that got the audience into it. And I was enjoying myself. Shame Tony wasn't there, but I pretending he was and the rocking was for his benefit.
"...this club will probably / be closed in three weeks. / That would be cool with me..."
Bri was giving me this indecipherable look. I wasn't sure if she was having a Puritanical fit, or just pretending she didn't think I was any good. I returned it with an intense "I'll rock your world" look at the entire judging table.
"...a dark lit place / or your place or my place... / Well I'm not paralyzed..."
This bit was thoroughly rehearsed: as the chorus hit again I descended into my one pure cheer move, the splits. Hold for a second, don't wince while you're down, roll your back leg around and get back to your feet smoothly...
"...you'll probably move right through me / on my way to you."
Can you make a successful "Come 'ere, you stud" gesture with a pom-pom in your hand? Some experts say "no" but I say it's all in the eyes anyway. And... hold it. Enjoy the moment as every boy in the audience leans forward out of their seats. I couldn't out-flip Bri or the others, but I could out-hot them.
Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, "Why me?", then a voice answers "Nothing personal, your name just happened to come up." - Charlie Brown
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FrancisCross
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Re: Cheer Squad Tryouts 2008
Franky desperately tried *not* to choke on her own spit.
The routine was awesome, but she schooled her features back to her tried and true "neutral goth stare". That nasty little monologue perpetually inside her head was practically screaming at her to make a crack about "sexy cheerleaders" and Bri's insistence on short skirts, and the more she resisted, the worse it got. At least she could take comfort in the fact that Brianna had either turned herself into a living refrigerator or was, herself, screaming bloody murder deep down inside that perfectly manicured exterior.
Cheer Squad this year...was going to rule.
She did her best to hide her wicked grin behind her sleeve with a surreptious cough. Franky figured the next person on the list was a sure bet to send her plastic co-captain screaming from the room.
"Nice work, Elly." *cough*
"Moving right along....Matt. Let's have it."
The routine was awesome, but she schooled her features back to her tried and true "neutral goth stare". That nasty little monologue perpetually inside her head was practically screaming at her to make a crack about "sexy cheerleaders" and Bri's insistence on short skirts, and the more she resisted, the worse it got. At least she could take comfort in the fact that Brianna had either turned herself into a living refrigerator or was, herself, screaming bloody murder deep down inside that perfectly manicured exterior.
Cheer Squad this year...was going to rule.
She did her best to hide her wicked grin behind her sleeve with a surreptious cough. Franky figured the next person on the list was a sure bet to send her plastic co-captain screaming from the room.
"Nice work, Elly." *cough*
"Moving right along....Matt. Let's have it."
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Kara grinned as Elly returned to the bleachers. "You guys were great!" she said to her roomie and to Abby. She offered a high-five to the two of them and settled down gingerly to watch the rest of the applicants.
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Re: Cheer Squad Tryouts 2008
"Thanks. You were pretty good too," save for the falling on your ass part, "where'd you learn that?" I wondered idly if Kat had been training up a small army of cheerleaders. Now that was an amusing mental image.
Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, "Why me?", then a voice answers "Nothing personal, your name just happened to come up." - Charlie Brown
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Matt trotted down from the bleachers, CD in hand, feeling completely out of his league. There was no way he was going to make it, not after seeing those girls in action. Maybe that was just as well though.
He took a deep breath and gave Franky a big "please save me, I don't know what the heck I'm doing" smile, then handed over the CD before heading out to the floor.
He closed his eyes and waited the few moments before the CD was put on. Seriously, why was he nervous? Loosen up and enjoy it, it's just dancing! He opened his eyes and grinned as the song, Iggy Pop's "Lust for Life", started blasting through the air. He was glad he'd asked his sister for help picking a song.
Movement. He started moving and decided to completely ignore the bleachers and the cheer squad captains. He was here to have fun, right? Just like in Pocket D, except with more attempts at showing off.
It was readily clear that Matt hadn't really practiced, as there was no real routine to speak of. Instead, he danced. Back and forth, arms swinging and legs flying, expressing full-body enthusiasm. His steps kept to the beat wonderfully, his movement fluid and dynamic. As the song moved on, he bounced and jumped, sending his arms and legs in all directions. What he lacked in practice and technical skill, he made up for in pure energy.
About two-thirds through, he decided to acknowledge the onlookers more directly. With a huge grin on his face, he began to shout along with the song. He had just thought of something besides "lust for life" that had three syllables, and began shouting it over the song:
"Go Flyers! Go Flyers!"
A step to the right, a full body twirl, and then he pointed out at the bleachers and made a stand-up motion with his hands. "Let's hear some cheer!"
A few more beats, and then he shouted again, this time with emphatic hand gestures at the bleachers suggesting that they join him.
"Go Flyers! Go Flyers! Go Flyers! Go Flyers!"
As the song wound down and stopped, he decided to flow from dancing to flat out jumping up and down and began to just cheer. "Goooo Flyers!!"
And then he stopped, because it was over. He had no idea if that was the sort of thing they were looking for or not, but at least he'd had fun doing it. He scampered back to the bleachers and took his seat again.
He took a deep breath and gave Franky a big "please save me, I don't know what the heck I'm doing" smile, then handed over the CD before heading out to the floor.
He closed his eyes and waited the few moments before the CD was put on. Seriously, why was he nervous? Loosen up and enjoy it, it's just dancing! He opened his eyes and grinned as the song, Iggy Pop's "Lust for Life", started blasting through the air. He was glad he'd asked his sister for help picking a song.
Movement. He started moving and decided to completely ignore the bleachers and the cheer squad captains. He was here to have fun, right? Just like in Pocket D, except with more attempts at showing off.
It was readily clear that Matt hadn't really practiced, as there was no real routine to speak of. Instead, he danced. Back and forth, arms swinging and legs flying, expressing full-body enthusiasm. His steps kept to the beat wonderfully, his movement fluid and dynamic. As the song moved on, he bounced and jumped, sending his arms and legs in all directions. What he lacked in practice and technical skill, he made up for in pure energy.
About two-thirds through, he decided to acknowledge the onlookers more directly. With a huge grin on his face, he began to shout along with the song. He had just thought of something besides "lust for life" that had three syllables, and began shouting it over the song:
"Go Flyers! Go Flyers!"
A step to the right, a full body twirl, and then he pointed out at the bleachers and made a stand-up motion with his hands. "Let's hear some cheer!"
A few more beats, and then he shouted again, this time with emphatic hand gestures at the bleachers suggesting that they join him.
"Go Flyers! Go Flyers! Go Flyers! Go Flyers!"
As the song wound down and stopped, he decided to flow from dancing to flat out jumping up and down and began to just cheer. "Goooo Flyers!!"
And then he stopped, because it was over. He had no idea if that was the sort of thing they were looking for or not, but at least he'd had fun doing it. He scampered back to the bleachers and took his seat again.
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Re: Cheer Squad Tryouts 2008
The mental image of a bunny-boy in a cheer squad outfit was, to say the least, enough to give Franky pause.Then again, a part of her wondered whether or not he'd ever considered being the mascot. The giant foam-head Frier was forever needing a body to fill it. Too bad the squad needed the boys so bad and Matt's routine had actually been pretty good. Guess the foam bodysuits would have to wait.
Franky shook herself out of her reverie and smiled.
"Thanks Matt."
*scribble scribble*
"Ok Thorny, you're up. Let's see whatcha got."
Franky shook herself out of her reverie and smiled.
"Thanks Matt."
*scribble scribble*
"Ok Thorny, you're up. Let's see whatcha got."
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Re: Cheer Squad Tryouts 2008
Thorn stood up after clapping Matt on the back, giving a small stretch as he did so. He had never cheered in his life before, well...except at Yankees games, but that was less cheering and more jeering.
That being said, Thorn's chances of actually saying a cheer or anything at all was probably close to zero. So with actual cheers being out, there was only one thing he could do that could possibly get him in. Dancing. Now, he wasn't a bad dancer in the slightest, as he had gotten compliments on it quite a bit, but dancing can only get you so far in the cheerleading world...or so he thought. While watching the others try out their routines, he was thinking about what he was going to do (More watching and less thinking during Elly's routine however). This was a spur of the moment thing after all.
Fishing in his pocket for his iPod, Thorn handed it to Frankie as he reached the table. "It's already up. Just hit play." He said, moving towards the center of the mats and giving his wings a quick flap. After a brief pause, the music came on, softly at first and then picking up speed. It was Jamiroquai's Canned Heat...the song that was...really made famous by Napolean Dynamite. With a large grin on his face, Thorn immediately started into the steps for the Napolean dance. Yeah, he liked the movie enough that he actually learned how to do the dance, and it was paying off here.
Completely forgetting about the people in the stands and watching him, he went through the motions of the dance, face smiling and body moving with the beat. He didn't continue it for the entire time however, as once the chorus hit, he branched out and did something completely different.
He never did gymnatsics, but he did know some aerobatics, and with his wings as support, he launched himself into the air far higher than he could have done without the help of the wings. While in the air, he twisted himself and spun, almost like a figure skater, spinning along his vertical axis and with another flap of the wings, did a frontflip before hitting the ground. It was by no means a perfect landing, as he stumbled slightly and had to spin his left leg out in a wide circle in order to keep his balance and change momentum, but he somehow managed to keep it in flow with the beat.
As the song reached the end, he did a few more aerobatic maneuvers, each time nearly screwing up at the end on the landing, but somehow holding on by sheer luck. At the close of the song, when the beat ends dramatically, he came up back to the center of the mats, stood up straight, tilted his head back and shot one hand to the ceiling. A spray of small very dull and harmless bone needles shot out from his palm, falling about him like confetti. He made sure to not toss the spines anywhere near anyone else, keeping them centered on him. The small, dull spines bounced off of his skin and clothes harmlessly as they came down.
A bit out of breath, Thorn looked down and over to Frankie, giving her a thumbs up before bending down to start picking up the spines so that the mats were clean for the next person. Once done, he'd head back over and take his seat next to Matt.
That being said, Thorn's chances of actually saying a cheer or anything at all was probably close to zero. So with actual cheers being out, there was only one thing he could do that could possibly get him in. Dancing. Now, he wasn't a bad dancer in the slightest, as he had gotten compliments on it quite a bit, but dancing can only get you so far in the cheerleading world...or so he thought. While watching the others try out their routines, he was thinking about what he was going to do (More watching and less thinking during Elly's routine however). This was a spur of the moment thing after all.
Fishing in his pocket for his iPod, Thorn handed it to Frankie as he reached the table. "It's already up. Just hit play." He said, moving towards the center of the mats and giving his wings a quick flap. After a brief pause, the music came on, softly at first and then picking up speed. It was Jamiroquai's Canned Heat...the song that was...really made famous by Napolean Dynamite. With a large grin on his face, Thorn immediately started into the steps for the Napolean dance. Yeah, he liked the movie enough that he actually learned how to do the dance, and it was paying off here.
Completely forgetting about the people in the stands and watching him, he went through the motions of the dance, face smiling and body moving with the beat. He didn't continue it for the entire time however, as once the chorus hit, he branched out and did something completely different.
He never did gymnatsics, but he did know some aerobatics, and with his wings as support, he launched himself into the air far higher than he could have done without the help of the wings. While in the air, he twisted himself and spun, almost like a figure skater, spinning along his vertical axis and with another flap of the wings, did a frontflip before hitting the ground. It was by no means a perfect landing, as he stumbled slightly and had to spin his left leg out in a wide circle in order to keep his balance and change momentum, but he somehow managed to keep it in flow with the beat.
As the song reached the end, he did a few more aerobatic maneuvers, each time nearly screwing up at the end on the landing, but somehow holding on by sheer luck. At the close of the song, when the beat ends dramatically, he came up back to the center of the mats, stood up straight, tilted his head back and shot one hand to the ceiling. A spray of small very dull and harmless bone needles shot out from his palm, falling about him like confetti. He made sure to not toss the spines anywhere near anyone else, keeping them centered on him. The small, dull spines bounced off of his skin and clothes harmlessly as they came down.
A bit out of breath, Thorn looked down and over to Frankie, giving her a thumbs up before bending down to start picking up the spines so that the mats were clean for the next person. Once done, he'd head back over and take his seat next to Matt.
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Re: Cheer Squad Tryouts 2008
She wanted gum. Franky wondered briefly if she could swipe some off Bri before she noticed.
Nah, better save that for a later date. Carefully, and probably with a bit of magical help, she tossed the iPod back to Thorn.
"That was, ummmm...." Franky scratched the back of her neck, "different."
There was a part of her that wondered if she had just seen a teenage boy dance like that or if she had somehow been accosted without knowing it. But she had to admit, having a "chick chucker" on the squad with wings might prove interesting. She had some routines in mind that just might....
Oh, right...cheer tryouts. Ahem.
"Oh, Rooster. This is your cue."
Nah, better save that for a later date. Carefully, and probably with a bit of magical help, she tossed the iPod back to Thorn.
"That was, ummmm...." Franky scratched the back of her neck, "different."
There was a part of her that wondered if she had just seen a teenage boy dance like that or if she had somehow been accosted without knowing it. But she had to admit, having a "chick chucker" on the squad with wings might prove interesting. She had some routines in mind that just might....
Oh, right...cheer tryouts. Ahem.
"Oh, Rooster. This is your cue."