MAC ❀xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
19 | bisexual | "the scholarship" | tagged ;; no one
19 | bisexual | "the scholarship" | tagged ;; no one
- Makenzie slung her gym bag off of her shoulder, making sure it was at the edge of the dance room, knowing it would get in the way otherwise. The crew had a practice starting soon, and like clockwork, she was there fifteen minutes early. It was a habit that she figured had stuck even after graduating from high school. She always felt the need to work harder, show up earlier, and shine brighter to feel on the same level as her non-scholarship peer counterparts. It hadn't always been easy for her - yet she took each day as it came at her and prevailed.
School was long over and now she could focus on her passion: dance. She had always aspired to be a dancer, ever since she could think freely. Shaking from her thoughts, she moved to plug her phone into the speakers. She chose her favorite warm-up track, hitting play before she began to warm-up. 1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4, Mac chanted in her head, loosing herself in the rhythm of the music. The crew had a competition at "The Spot" soon and there was no chance they'd lose to Sizzle&Stomp.
VANCE ♕xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
20 | polyromantic-bisexual | "the juvie" | tagged ;; no one
20 | polyromantic-bisexual | "the juvie" | tagged ;; no one
- An alarm blared, causing a very tired man to groan loudly. Vance glanced at his alarm clock, sending the blasted item a glare as it seemed to scream louder. Banging it gracelessly, he turned over, tempted to fall asleep once more. He knew he shouldn't though. From what the clock had read, he was already going to be late to practice. Again. It wasn't anything new, something that had been happening for years now. He liked to sleep. Even though a majority of his missed practices or competitions had to do with the fact he was probably with his parole officer. Vance had never been one to actually abide to the law. It was far more fun to break the rules.
Forcing himself out of bed, he grabbed the nearest pair of jeans to him - the same, ripped, dark grey ones he had had on yesterday. Not that he minded. They made his butt look splendid. Pulling them on, he quickly went through the motions of getting himself ready. Once he was done, he went to leave, making sure to grab his essentials: phone, wallet, gum, and house keys. Once the items were safely tucked away in his pocket, he headed out the door, mind wandering to the crew and the studio.