Silence In The Spotlight. ((Open))

[Bella McKensie]

Seemed to stop my breath my head on your chest
Waiting to cave in from the bottom of my...
Hear your voice again could we dim the sun
And wonder where we've been maybe you and me
So kiss me like you did my heart stopped beating
Such a softer sin

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The piano was out of tune. Bella realised this as she plunked out a few lines of music and cringed at the neglected sound of the aging instrument. "Sad..." She stood up and climbed the stage. She wasn't entirely sure she was supposed to be up there, but she had be. It had the most room. She pulled her iPod out and a wadded bundle of...something from her bag. There was a little iPod dock and a romote to it on the side of the stage and she quickly set it up to start playing a soft classical selection of tracks.

She sat on the stage floor and put on her ballet shoes that had been the unrecognizable mass she pulled out. Pulling them onto her feet it was obvious that they were a well worn pair. Her practice pair as she liked to call them. Her style was sort of jazzy but also ballet and a small hint of her own edgy flair. She was getting so lost in the music. Her feet played the stage like it was their servant. They tumbled over the cold floor as the music lead them with it's rhythmic cadence. Her eyes closed, she didn't know the stage but she knew well where her edges were. The choreography commaded her like a marionette. But she had no strings, and the puppetier was pleased to see that she was not one of those ballet drones that had more than likely Tombé, Pas de bourrée, Glissade-ed across the stage more times than they could even count to. Bella was....different. Her movements were presice yet unpredictable. She was enchanting to watch and talented beyond what she had ever let on.

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[Lisa Mitalka]

Lisa had finally, somehow, unimaginably gotten the music room looking exactly as it should. Clean, pristine, everything happily in good, high school order. Meaning that the students had obviously trashed some of it up. But, Lisa was not the janitor, and she did control his paycheck, so that was not a problem to her. And so, with not much to do for once, she'd taken to a little break in the auditorium of the school.

She had not been in here since having welcomed back the student body on behalf of herself and the rest of the staff - Mary had, of course, been there, but Lisa had preferred to take care of the speech herself. Naturally, she'd let Mary explain the rules - but that was about it. She knew that the senators had appointed her beside Lisa to help ensure they didn't have another case like Todd's, but, in her opinion, the women would be better off as the security guard and not an educator or educating administrator. You had to treat kids as though you cared; not as though you thought of each of them as their own respective pile of crap.

It was no secret that she and Mary disliked each other - even the most ignorant of students could see that. Naturally, that caused for some of them to attempt to pit Mary and herself against each other, in an attempt to wriggle out of punishments; but, Lisa did not do that, no matter how harsh some of them may have seen. She had to respect her partner's authority if she wished to remain with her job. Pulling herself out of her reverie, Lisa realized that she had arrived in the hall, and that she was not alone.

A student was on the stage, dancing ballet - and, if Lisa had to admit it, which she pleasantly did - quite well. Lisa had never been one to care for dance - she'd taken a few years of it in College for her to get her degree and a year of it in High school as well - as she preferred doing other activities. Specifically supplying the music to these ballets. Still, she loved watching it when someone was good at it, and this girl was most definitely good at it. She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms, wondering is she'd seen the girl before, becoming enticed in her performance.

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[Bella McKensie]

Bella was working hard and as the music slowed, so did her body. Her feet moved in synch with the gentle piano track. What no one knew was that she'd been practicing that song on the piano too. She was struggling though. Bethovan was a toughy. At least for her. Dancing was something she was brilliant at. Singing and playing piano did not come as easily to her.

Her eyes opened and she watched the room spin around her as she danced. There was a figure though that she had not seen before. She made a few more turns before stopping dead in the middle of the stage. Her feet were appart and she stared right at the headmistress. The difference between the two administraters escaped her. Was she even supposed to be in here. "Oh... Shit!" Her words were more than likely louder than they should have been. She pulled up her hood and moved quickly for her bag.