Jongup&Sohee || Practice
It surprised Sohee that she somehow found the motivation to actually get up and put her hair back in that oh-so-tight bun she had come to know. There was no routine to rehearse, nor was there was even another fellow dancer as herself waiting for her. It was almost pointless to practice. There was a part of her that wondered 'Why bother?', but an even bigger part of her that craved to do the one thing she loved. It had been too long since she had slipped on those white tights, and that black leotard adorned with a light opaque skirt. She had to admit, it felt delicious. Confidence swept over her and her gracefulness exceeded that of her norm. She felt light, finding herself almost prancing to one of the school's many dance rehearsal rooms. The journey there seemed almost too long to bare.
A small giggle escaped Sohee's lips as she realized the excitement she felt for such a simple pass time. Then again, it wasn't exactly a simple pass time to her. Her laughter faded into a small smile as she pushed open the door - after confirming the room number of course - and revealed a large mirror. Her reflection stared back at her and only caused that smile to tug up a little higher. Her bag dropped to the ground with a thud; half in awe and half in anticipation Memories flooded back and she kicked off the tennis shoes she wore strictly for the walk over, quickly replacing them with a pair of light pink pointe shoes. Nimble fingers hurriedly tied the ribbons around her ankles before tapping at the block placed below her toes. Oh, yes, she was ready to go.
Sohee stood up, shakily, and steadied herself with the wall. It took her only a few seconds to get back into the swing of things. Her feet found their spots in her shoes, and her posture perked up. Her leg popped out to push her self forward, prancing a bit. She smiled, continuing her little half walk before spinning. Her skirt floated upwards and twirled around her hips, the light fabric following where ever she happened to leap next. She didn't exactly expect to go on this little dancing tyrant, she planned on at least stretching first, but ended up just enjoying herself. It was lovely. She stopped only to take a breath. She was a little rusty, but not exactly bad for not having practiced in a month. The smile returned to her face as she turned to look in the mirror, head tilted slighted. 'Screw the rules.' She thought, snickering at herself. Her hands worked their way up to the hair that sat a top her head, and she slid out the tie that held it up. The dark locks slid down in front of her eyes but she quickly batted them away. Not exactly professional, but it was a hell of a lot more comfortable and made her feel even lighter. Ready to get back into it, she flicked her foot out again, this time both hair and skirt trailing behind.
