There were a lot of things that Spot liked about moving to Brooklyn to live with his grandmother, like living in the city, and being an entire state away from his father. There were a lot of things he didn't like, either, like being an entire state away from his ballet teacher.
He didn't want to ask his grandmother about lessons in Brooklyn, not when she could barely afford to keep him as it is. Not when his father finding out had triggered the chain of events that brought him here. He didn't have any other spare relatives to take him in if his grandmother kicked him out too.
So when he hears that there's a class trip to the Metropolitan Ballet, he rolls his eyes and groans along with the rest of the boys, but inside he's practically jumping for joy.
At least, he is until they actually get there. Then he's stuck with a bunch of rowdy teens as they get talked through the absolute basics of ballet and the history of the company, all of which he already knows, and he doesn't even need to pretend to be losing his mind from boredom because he is.
And then they go and watch a rehearsal.
The rest of the boys are muttering and joking amongst themselves at the back of the mezzanine level overlooking the rehearsal space, but Spot leans on the railing, his posture lazy and disinterested but his eyes sharp, watchful, taking in every move. They're ushered on far too soon, and Spot trails after everyone else, lingering to watch until the last moment he can get away with.
In the afternoon they're supposed to have a class themselves, but the thought of going through beginner moves while trying to pretend he isn't as good as he is makes him want to scream, so while everyone's supposed to be getting changed he ducks out and goes exploring.
When he finds a studio unlocked and empty, he takes his chance and ducks inside. A short warm up and a quick hunt through spotify later, he's got his phone playing the piece from the rehearsal and he's trying out the sections he can remember for himself.
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Dance dance revelation
Date: 2025-06-26 08:48 pm (UTC)He didn't want to ask his grandmother about lessons in Brooklyn, not when she could barely afford to keep him as it is. Not when his father finding out had triggered the chain of events that brought him here. He didn't have any other spare relatives to take him in if his grandmother kicked him out too.
So when he hears that there's a class trip to the Metropolitan Ballet, he rolls his eyes and groans along with the rest of the boys, but inside he's practically jumping for joy.
At least, he is until they actually get there. Then he's stuck with a bunch of rowdy teens as they get talked through the absolute basics of ballet and the history of the company, all of which he already knows, and he doesn't even need to pretend to be losing his mind from boredom because he is.
And then they go and watch a rehearsal.
The rest of the boys are muttering and joking amongst themselves at the back of the mezzanine level overlooking the rehearsal space, but Spot leans on the railing, his posture lazy and disinterested but his eyes sharp, watchful, taking in every move.
They're ushered on far too soon, and Spot trails after everyone else, lingering to watch until the last moment he can get away with.
In the afternoon they're supposed to have a class themselves, but the thought of going through beginner moves while trying to pretend he isn't as good as he is makes him want to scream, so while everyone's supposed to be getting changed he ducks out and goes exploring.
When he finds a studio unlocked and empty, he takes his chance and ducks inside. A short warm up and a quick hunt through spotify later, he's got his phone playing the piece from the rehearsal and he's trying out the sections he can remember for himself.