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 Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 12:43 pm
Lily couldn't help it, she burst into a fit of giggles at the thought of her friend in a tutu. Oh the mental image, it was a surprise Lily was not on the floor laughing her head of. She could just see Chris with a horrified expression on his face as pulled at a sparkly pink tutu trying to hide his masculinity.
"Oh, but you would be so pretty," she laughed clearly joking. She tried to catch her breath as he pointed out another room. This time is was the ballet room and Lily nodded with a smile.
"This is it," she said dancing righting into the room with a big smile. Even in the heeled boots she wore, she did it with ease. "I can't wait to start here it will be so fun, but you Chris, you must promise me one thing. Promise me you will leave the tutu wearing to me," she said laughing once more and making her wave over to the bar leaning against it.
"So now I know how to get to the gym, but how do I get from the ballet room to the music rooms. I think I shall just fall apart if I cannot find a piano to play and sing at." She was being silly acting a bit over dramatic, but she felt happy and was enjoying her time with her friend.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 8:01 am
"You think so?" he wondered, grimacing at the thought again. "I don't think 'pretty' is the right word for it. Maybe 'scary'..."
Chris watched as Lily went into the room, following after her, although not dancing as he did so. Walking was fine for him. "Oh, I promise I will never wear a tutu," he said with his hand up, as though he was taking an oath. No tutu for him. That would be much too, er, embarrassing.
He smiled when she asked about the music rooms. "The music rooms I'm more familiar with," he told her with a grin. His friend played the violin, so he'd wandered in to watch him practice a few times, or just wait for him so they could go get lunch. "I can take you to them if you want?" he asked, amused that she was being over dramatic. It was better than being grumpy and pessimistic about things.
Taking a step back out of the ballet room, he paused to wait for her. "The building is just over on the other side of the mall," he told her, fully planning on cutting through the grassy part of campus where people played frisbee and relaxed on nice days between classes.
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