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PREFACE: George and Dream are dancers at a prestigious dance academy. Dream transferred at the beginning of the season. The two grew close and got together. Obviously, antics ensue with their besties and parents getting involved. Right now, Dream's parents visited for Thanksgiving.
(Keep in mind: I have no clue what Dream's parents' names are and I don't wanna assume. I just came up with the most basic names.)
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George's POV
I looked at the clock, it was 10:30.
“Carla, Jeff, when do you leave today?” I asked them.
Carla looked at the clock and her eyes went wide, “Jeff! Get your stuff together, we gotta go!” She stood up and rushed to my room to grab her things. Jeff was left in her dust. He went to my room as well.
“Wow, they’re in a hurry,” I said. “What are they doing??”
“My older sister’s coming into town today and they have to go pick her up from the airport.” Dream said. I didn’t know he had siblings.
“Fun. Will she ever come to see you?”
“Hopefully, I haven’t seen her since she left for college 2 years ago.”
“That sucks. Is there a reason she’s never visited you?”
“I don’t know, to be honest. She and I were pretty close and then she left without saying goodbye.” He said.
I feel bad for him.
I think I’ll invite her to Christmas. I’ll ask his mom for her number.
“Ok! I think we’re ready to go, Clay.” Carla and Jeff appeared out of my room, all dressed and with a suitcase.
“Cool, George, are you okay with staying home for a bit? It’ll only take me about an hour.” Dream asked.
“Yeah, I’m alright. I’ll clean up while you’re gone.”
“Okay, see you later. I love you.” Dream then kissed my forehead.
You wouldn’t believe it, but I turned bright red because of that.
“Bye.” I waved to him and he walked out of the door with his parents.
Cool, I have both of our apartments to myself.
…
I know what I’m gonna do today.
I walked over to my hall closet where I keep my Bluetooth system. It connects to the speakers throughout the house. I had them installed last year because Sapnap and I used to have impromptu dance parties. I know it sounds stupid, but we were freshmen in college and we were dumb as hell.
I turned on the system and connected my phone.
*George’s Phone is connected*
I pulled up my Spotify and clicked on my playlist titled ‘Songs that make me feel like a bad bitch for some fucking reason.’
(No joke, this is my actual playlist name. I will give you the link if you choose to listen. Link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2wPAQBC7wWRA9Wpt603pcl?si=eed2b59d2b29481e)
I hit the ‘shuffle’ button and the first song that popped up was “Human” by Rag ‘n’ Bone Man.
(If you have Spotify Premium, play this song for dramatic effect. If you don’t have that, pull it up on whatever streaming service you have.)
The speakers boomed with the bass. It encapsulated me like a story. My body starts to melt a bit. Whenever I improv, I get more into dancing than I do with choreography.
When the hard clap played, my body moved sharply. All of my limbs moved with every note.
I started to think about the human condition, something I have no control over but it’s influenced by mine and other actions.
My thoughts went straight to my heart and retold as movement.
I danced around my apartment. I climbed upon counters, flipped on my couch, used “props,” which really were remotes and a stick.
Another thing flowing through my mind is the aggression the singer is conveying. They want to show that they’re just like everyone else and that it doesn’t matter how big of a persona you give off. You’re built like everyone else:
Made to be broken and bruised.
That’s really dark, but if I were to perform this to an audience, they’d have their own interpretations.
After all, art is subjective.
I attempted seven fouetté turns in a row whenever the chorus arrived. I successfully landed them, which I had never done in the studio.
If only Dream could see this.
Dream wouldn’t like improv. He’s definitely more into choreo.
I shouldn’t be thinking about this, I’m still dancing.
The song neared the end and it slowed in tempo. I slowed along with it. I was getting tired as well.
The song finished and I fell to the ground, symbolizing that people aren’t indestructible and also that I needed a break.
I checked the clock. 11:00.
Dream should be back soon.
I took a quick drink break and made sure to breathe.
Like my teacher, Dianna, always said, “in through the nose and out through the mouth.”
I went through my playlist and realized I needed to update it. Some of these are so outdated.
I clicked on a song that I’ve always had in the back of my mind for a combination. It seems simple, but many others would disagree.
The song was called “Skyfall” by Adele.
The piano started and I went along with it. My emotions got the best of my movement.
For this song, I focused on more of the togetherness the narrator is speaking about at ‘Skyfall,’ which is technically ‘world's end.’ I related this message back to someone I know dearly.
Dream.
My brain always keeps coming back to him.
I can never seem to get him out of my head, but sometimes the thoughts of him fuel me to express myself and be more creative.
I’m not sure if I ever told him I loved him.
I want to tell him, I’m just nervous.
This song almost feels like a waltz. Yet it's common time. Yes, this song is from a 007 film, but that doesn’t stop me from dancing on.
Dream’s POV
I drove into the driveway of my apartment, exhausted. My parents are a LOT of work.
I'm just glad to be back here with George. I wonder what he's doing right now.
I walked over to his apartment and found that his front door wasn’t locked.
Oh god.
I immediately opened the door and saw him…
Dancing?!
‘Skyfall’ was playing and I was confused about what I was seeing. I don’t hate it, though.
His dancing is so beautiful.
Maybe I should join him.
Yeah, I’m joining him.
I silently walked over to George, who is using his couch as a prop, which is clever.
He stood up and backed into me. I just so happened to be right behind him.
“AHHH- DREAM WHAT THE F-”
“Shhhh…calm down George. I want to dance with you.” I told him.
“Oh, um- ok.” He said.
Coincidentally, we started dancing as soon as Adele belted the bridge.
This song is about togetherness in dire situations.
Though George and I have never faced a dire situation together, I can only be sure that we’ll weather it.
George got back on the couch and I followed. He danced on it like it was Marley flooring. He got to the edge of the couch and stood on his tiptoes. I got in front of him and let him fall in my arms, gracefully of course.
I grabbed his hands and we began dancing in sync, it was like our minds connected at that one moment. Twirling him a bit, I traveled with him across the living room and into the kitchen.
When we entered the kitchen, I put him in a dip after his last turn.
He was shocked at it, to say the least, but he was alright with it.
Then, we separated and began our own movements, completely out of sync. This is to show that not everyone's the same and you can’t change that.
We neared the end. My sweat beads dropped across the floor with each time I moved. We got to the point in the song where Adele holds on that one note and goes up in a triad.
(Any music nerds in chat??)
When she hit that note, I saw George spin towards me and I prepared for him to join my improv.
I grabbed him when she cut off. We stayed there for a bit, then she finished the song.
Oh, what the hell?
I leaned in closer to George and kissed him on the lips, he kissed back.
When I pulled away, I said, “That was amazing, George.”
He smiled and blushed a bright crimson. “Thanks, you were great, too.”
“We should do that more often.” I told him.
“I agree!” He said, jovially.
“Great, now let’s get ice cream.” I said, on a whim.
“YAYYYYYY!!!”