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[idky,]

✯THE DIRECTOR,,
Ｊｏｎａｔｈａｎ Ｌｅｖｅｎ, 45 years old.
The director stood there, his anxiety growing more and more, he longed so much to see her dressed for the stage. Perhaps she didn't dress that provocatively, but certainly she was a delight to the eyes. He wasn't the only one that thought this- Between all the dancers, that were only three now, she was the most talented, graceful and beautiful, and certainly, the one who got cheered the most.

It had only been a few minutes he had been waiting, but it had seemed to him like hours, and she appeared round the corner. He looked at her up and down blatantly, trying to hide his grin, but he was obviously very satisfied with her little outfit. "Evening, Ms Allegra." He replied the courtesy with a bow of his head. He let out a deep sigh. "You look wonderful, Violette." He almost whispered in a low tone. Kristen walked by and he straightened his back, trying to act normally. Then, checking that nobody else were coming, he grabbed her by the waist and kissed her cheek affectionately. He would've died to kiss her lips, but he didn't want to have her lipstick wearing off on his mouth; They had almost got in trouble for this before. Placing a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, he realized with pleasure that she was wearing the lavender perfume. "I've... got a little something for you." She must have already noticed that, for he had kept one hand behind his back all the time. He handed her a dark blue box that was at least eight times long than it was wide. A single white bow tied it together. Inside it, awaited for her a red rose. It was the lamest, stupidest gift of all time, and he felt nervous like a child.
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ｖｉｏｌｅｔｔｅ ａｌｌｅｇｒａ; ｔｈｅ ｄａｎｃｅｒ
xxxxxA small shiver ran up the dancer's body as his lips brushed against her cheek. She had noticed that he was keeping something behind his back, and when he handed her the parcel she raised her eyebrows, questioningly. She opened the box to find the flower, and her girlish smile turned into a surprised grin. "This is quite lovely, Jonathan," she commented, raising the rose to eye level in order to admire it fully. She loved the man's romantic side; this gift was an obvious reflection of that. "I'm on in five, I'll be watching for you tonight," the woman murmured, bringing her lips close to his ear as she spoke.

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{ guys, what happened? come on, i really don't want this to die :/

[idky,]

✯I honestly didn't take time for myself to post. I'm sorry.

✯THE DIRECTOR,,
Ｊｏｎａｔｈａｎ Ｌｅｖｅｎ, 45 years old.
Seeing that she had actually liked that tiny treat, he relaxed, letting out a breath he'd been holding. He wore a simple, honest smile on his face, the kind of smile that only she could take from him. If he were this kind and loving to everybody, he would have no enemies. Deep down inside the director, was a good heart, that alas, was only reserved to a few, the most important of them, Violette.

Now, just as he was about to talk again, the dancer leaned on him and murmured... what she murmured, close to his ear. The man bit his lip- he didn't know if she was conscious of how much this killed him with desire. Yes, he liked that very much. "- And I'll be watching for you." he whispered back, and kissed her neck briefly and softly. He grinned, taking her by the shoulders. "Now- go out there and shine like you always do- you make the stars feel ashamed." He brushed her cheek with his fingers, and walked away, but he turned immediately to tell her something more, "I'll take you out tonight. Please. Let me treat you like a princess." He gestured with his hands the opening of a champagne bottle, imitating the sound of the uncorking with his mouth, as he did so. Just and old trick learnt in high school, that he was good at. "Think about it." He winked, and left to look for young Mr. Leven.

Now that his mind was on something else, his face changed and showed worry and anxiety. He didn't hear that horrible piano of his, and hoped he was already here and ready for the show. Besides, he wanted to ask him if he could play a song with Kristen. Mrs. Hudson was there tonight, and she loved that kind of performances, and he sure wanted her to keep comin' ' round The Burrow.
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✯By the way, thanks for your loyalty <3

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ｖｉｏｌｅｔｔｅ ａｌｌｅｇｒａ; ｔｈｅ ｄａｎｃｅｒ
xxxxxViolette made no response but to turn her eyes to the floor demurely, a coy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She then turned to make her way to the other young women who were already stretching and rehearsing at the end of the hallway. She greeted them each with a polite nod and began doing so herself. She lifted her leg to rest on a shelf that was nearly eye level, and drummed her fingers on her thigh as she stretched. She was anticipating tonight, and now that she knew Jonathan was watching her, she was sure to perform at her utmost. Of course, he was always watching, but he was in such a romantic mood - she wanted him to desire her. She was very confident in the dances, and felt no need to go through the motions as the other girls were doing. Instead she leaned against the wall and stared impatiently at a doorknob, waiting for them to be called out.

{ It's absolutely fine. I was just in the mood to roleplay Violette.

[loulou800]

(( I apologize for not posting! Here is my Post. ))

Logan Ty Leven

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The Pianist - Twenty-one years old - In-love with Violette - Best friends with Kristen -

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Logan muttered his fair share of curse words as he quickly exited the bookstore that he had been browsing just moments before. It had only been when he looked up to see that the clock was around five minutes to ten P.M., and Logan knew that he was in deep crap, to say the very least. His Dad was going to have a cow if he was late. And he wasn't even dressed!
Logan cursed some more as he drew his jacket around himself as he raced down the brightly lit streets, ignoring the curious stares of passersby. He just had to walk a good distance from the bar. If he had just remained in the bar's area, he wouldn't have been as worried as he was now. He had already been in the the bar's area multiple times that Logan decided that he wanted a change, and it just so happened that he wandered outside of its reach and into the more quiet area of town, where there wasn't much to do but the stores held infinite possibilities.
Logan swore once more, lowering his head as he ducked into the already busy bar, squeezing himself quickly amongst the crowd, muttering "Excuse me"'s as politely as he could.
This was a time where Logan felt that his size wasn't an issue- him being lean and not as tall as other people his age allowed him the ability to manoeuvre quite quickly and back to where the staff's area was.
He instantly saw his Dad in the last bits of the crowd before the back of the bar, and Logan turned his head away, walking away from him in at a much faster pace than before. When he looked up again to see that his Dad had just missed him coming in, Logan breathed a sigh of relief as he raced to his "study", taking the key from his neck with his shaky fingers to open his door.
Logan threw the light-switch on, leaving the door half open as he took off all of his clothes and left them on the floor, not even bothering to put them in the closet. Reaching for his tuxedo, he put that on and saw that he had about fifty seconds to spare. His hair was wind-blown, his hands weren't even washed, and his tie was on all crooked. His socks were itchy but he had no time to waste as he quickly ran his hands down his hair as he grabbed his binder from the top bunk and bolted to the back of the stage, where he took a breath and casually walked up to the piano, placing his binder on the music rack and taking out the first piece of the night. His shoes looked a little dirty- he had no time to shine them right now. He checked his teeth in the reflection of the piano- no signs of food. He honestly wanted to wash his hands because he hated touching the piano with dirty hands, but all that he had touched were some books, a drink, and an apple pie. He supposed that he would let it go for now, since if he left, his Dad would probably go on an anger strike. And he didn't want that. He looked around him, not spotting his Dad anywhere. He supposed that his Dad had been looking for him, and if his Dad asked, he'd say that he was just in his "study", just dozing off for a little bit before he would perform. That wouldn't get his Dad so mad now, would it. It was better than telling him that he had fun in the town, looking at things that he found interesting and his Dad didn't. That'd surely piss him off.
Logan sighed, stretching his fingers before he looked around once more. Where's Kristen? he thought to himself, nervously fidgeting with his tie. It looked so bad; he really needed her assistance. She was good at these kinds of things. Was she still getting ready? Was she talking with her sister? Logan didn't really know, as the door to where all the performers were was closed, and he had no way of knowing whether or not they were all ready to go. He also needed to get his hair gelled to the side, as it was a proper way of show in performances like these. Even though Logan was always behind the curtain, his Dad expected him to be like the other performers out there- ready and dazzling. It looks like a mop, Logan groaned to himself about his hair, seeing his reflection in the piano once more. Maybe Kristen can sneak me in some gel before she goes up... and some hand sanitizer.

[idky,]

✯THE DIRECTOR,,
Ｊｏｎａｔｈａｎ Ｌｅｖｅｎ, 45 years old.
The director was unable to find Logan anywhere. Of course, It's not convenient for him to arrive this late. He gave one look around the place, and found him sitting at the piano. He gave him a scornful glare, letting out a tired and angry sigh. "Your girlfriend's lucky she doesn't have to perform now!" He commented angrily, and left to check on the dancers. They're ready. He scanned Violette's face, focusing on her, to relieve his anger. He took a deep breath, and he carried on as always. He popped his head out of the corner of the curtain and gave a nod to the barman, Winston, a round man in his middle fifties. He had been working with his father since the business started, and therefore, he knew exactly what to do when the show was about to start. Winston's job was also to control the lights, so, pushing some bottons beneath the counter, suddenly a single light appeared in the middle of the stage. Jonathan stepped on stage.

Without a microphone, he made the short speech to his customers. "Ladies and gentlemen, some of you remember that old piece of poetry my father wrote, years and years ago... he would appear on stage, like I do now, wearing that hideous striped red tuxedo-" Some of the older clients let out a laugh, and Jonathan chuckled- "Yeah, I never liked that one. He would appear," he went on, "he would come here and recite this:

Gather round, gather round,
you've found yourselves in The Burrow.
The world struck you down,
but we're here to ease your sorrow.

Yes. We're here to ease you sorrow. To cheer you up!" He threw his hands in the air with a grin. "... and what could cheer you up, better than three beautiful dancers? A big applause for them, please!" The front light of the stage turned on. When the three young women appeared, he presented each of them. Then he clapped once more, and steeped off the stage, sitting at the bar between the crowd. He winked at his favourite brunette, beaming.
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ｖｉｏｌｅｔｔｅ ａｌｌｅｇｒａ; ｔｈｅ ｄａｎｃｅｒ
xxxxxViolette strode smiling onto the stage, a smile that was a mix between classic performer and dark seductress. She took her place between the other two, and as Logan played the starting note she dropped her head, rising it slowly as the music picked up. The routine had to be altered slightly since their fourth girl had been cut, but the odd number meant that Violette stood out more than ever. She pirouetted to the fast paced swing music and as the music reached a slow part she dropped to the floor, balancing on her heels. She straightened up, moving her hips from side to side as she swayed to the music. She was careful not to watch Jonathan the entire time. She knew her role was to entertain the patrons, and that was exactly what she did. Her gaze flicked around the room to various men, pursing her lips and widening her eyes to enhance her features and appear more attractive.

[idky,]

✯THE DIRECTOR,,
Ｊｏｎａｔｈａｎ Ｌｅｖｅｎ, 45 years old.
He sat on a stool by the bar, a hand on his cheek, supporting his head. Violette danced, graciously, both delicate and fierce at the same time. His eyes were only set on her, in pure adoration of his Madonna. He saw how well her job was being done, each and every man at The Burrow, cheering, whistling and clapping as she spun and- there it is, that cute baby face of hers, and those red, rosy lips pursed. He wished so bad he could kiss her right now. Jonathan bit his lip, as he remembered that he had to watch the other dancers too, to give them notes about their performance. Almost painfully, he forced himself to look at the other girls. He lamented doing that immediately, they were all right, but something was missing. What will I tell them? What's missing? He studied them, an expression in his face that was almost despective. Seriously, what can I tell them? "You're not Violette"? He stopped racking his brains and turned to Winston, as he was served beer, asking the latter what was missing in the other girls. The man chuckled significantly. "To start, they're not smiling. To follow, they're just not Ms. Allegra." The director raised his eyebrows. So he had been right about his thoughts, after all, and the barman was true. The other dancers weren't smiling. Jonathan returned to watch Violette, and let out a sigh. The brightest star of the night was shining in his own stage.
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[lucky.]

[ I've been extra busy will hopefully post tonight. sorry for the wait. love this roleplay as well.