Ballroom Lessons~Let the good times roll

Cade sauntered into the ballroom from his dorm room, a dead look on his light skinned face. He had just signed up for a dance class that is supposedly set to take place in this very room. Dressed in his casual attire, a white short sleeved dress shirt, black slacks and shoes, his long brown hair in the typical pony tail he had always kept it, the tail of the shirt hanging out of the pants, he stopped near the door after entering to examine the scenery. Slowly he resumed his walk, along the walls, then stopped at a portrait hanging from the wall to look at it.

Normally he wouldn't ever do this, but for once in his life he did something that wasn't likely for him on his own will, that being to join a class such as this. Why was even here? Well, that was because he wanted to be here. If there was anything in this life that Cade absolutely sucked at doing, it was dancing. He had never danced formally before, and he felt he should give it a shot. He wanted to learn. He noted the female in the room before him. Cade simply stood near the picture and maintained the silence between himself and the female. Oh what fun this should be.

A cocky grin was upon Shiloh's face, an air of supremacy surrounding him. As his dearest cousin had said, Momsie and Popsie were going to be so proud of them! This was a ballroom dancing class, a dance which the young man found to be the most elegant of dances. Their lessons probably would not go to waste, considering how wealthy they were; ballroom dancing was what they did at parties. Grinding and shaking their bodies around like dying fish was not for people like the Lancaster's.

Shiloh applauded at Vannie's pirouette. [color=9933FF]"Brilliant, dear Vannie! Brilliant!"[/color] he said, ceasing his clapping a few seconds after he had used his voice. He then took her arm again, making sure not to put too many wrinkles in the new, sleek jacket and the white dress shirt underneath it he had bought for the occasion. His shoes were squeaking on the floor somewhat due to being new and not worn much, but he didn't pay it any mind. He was better than all the commoners here and they should be envious of his money!

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Dark brown ears pressed against the boy's head as he looked at the large door that led to the ballroom. Anxious golden eyes observed the intricate swirls that were upon it and he whimpered, unsure if he wanted to go through with this. He had signed up simply because he knew his deceased older brother would have. Nicolas was a shadow over him, something that was keeping him down even after his death. Sabriel had loved his older brother, but he was lost now that he was gone. Yes, he now had January to fill the empty space Ella and Nicolas had left in his numb heart, but it wasn't the same. The fourteen-year-old didn't idolize January the way he had his brother. He was simply numb to everything that involved how happy he used to be.

Pushing locks of growing brunette hair out of his face, Sabriel took the door handle. His worn out, white dress shirt was too large for him, hanging down a few inches beneath his hands. A black vest that was also a bit old rested neatly over the shirt, with black pants on that were a bit too long. By the end of this lesson, the very bottom near his old, scuffed shoes would probably be dirty.

Finally mustering his courage and confidence, Sabriel Phyero pulled the door open, walking inside the room with his head bowed and tail limp behind him. He took a spot against one of the pillars, small hands found their way into his pockets as he looked at the marble floor. He hadn't bothered to look at who else was in the room; he had no need to.

Leaning against a wall, Cade looked up as the door had swung open. Great. More students had soon arrived in the ballroom. Were they here for the class two, Cade thought. Like it really mattered to him anyway. Hazel eyes wandered about to examine the other kids here. Two of them were apparently together and wore outrageously fancy attire. From Cade's perspective, they had to have at least a moderate amount of income. The other boy in the room wore clothes that were just too big for him. This should be interesting he thought. Whether he would interact with these kids or not, he didn't seem to care either way.

Cade quietly chuckled sarcastically as he observed them. This was great, two spoiled brats and a loner. Is this the entire class? He figured not, some kids in this school do have a bad habit of tardiness. Oh what joyous fun this should be. Again, sarcasm. It was then that some form of music, in which Cade obviously was never used to listening to had begun to play. He looked around some more and noted that an older being was here the whole time. Why Cade didn't notice him, he himself didn't know. Oh well. When the man had ordered everyone to sit, he looked around again. There were no chairs in the room. What? Sit on the floor? Just great.

Whatever, he thought. With that, he slowly proceeded towards the man, but kept his distance, only several feet away. He seated himself on the hard floor, his legs bent, knees brought up to his chest. He rested his head on his knees as he awaited for the start of the lecture, not seeming to care what the others would do or say.

Freddie slid into the class and let his feet go out from underneath him. The result was a very stylish slide from the door to the center of the ballroom, which left him sitting attentively on the floor, facing the German teacher with a gusto. A brilliant smile appeared on the handsome boy's face, and his clear eyes sparkled as he waited to be instructed.

A black and grey pinstripe fedora rested slightly forward in his electrically charged hair. He adjusted the collar of his smart mobster style jacket, which was black, as was the t-shirt beneath it, and the black dress pants beneath those. Then he adjusted his position and grinned in anticipation. "Sorry I'm late sir." he added respectfully, his heavy Brooklyn adding a cuteness to his words.

Because of the accent, it took Shiloh a while to figure out what the teacher was saying. Was it so hard to speak normally? However, once Vannie and the disgusting commoner sat down, he almost had a heart attack. The floor? The dirty, dusty, terrible floor? [color=9933FF]"I'd rather stand..."[/color] he said in a rather wimpy voice. [color=9933FF]"These are new clothes! Well... I could always easily replace them... but even so, they compliment me...."[/color] Shiloh bit his lip, contemplating what he wanted to do.

He looked at the male that had slid in and sat on the floor with his nose scrunched in disdain. How could people just so easily ruin their beautiful clothes, especially commoners?! They didn't have the money to replace them!

"Seet down!"

Sabriel shrunk back, slightly frightened by the yelling. The boy pressed his ears to his head and walked a little bit closer to where they were all sitting, save for one blonde boy. He stopped a little bit behind the group and pulled his pants up a bit in an attempt to make them shorter than they were, but upon failing, he merely sighed and sat down. Eyes were cast toward the marble floor, lacking the confidence to look at anything that was alive. The neko remained silent, waiting for more directions.