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It was the last Friday before training began. Everybody had arrived at the studios and were excited and ready to get their partners and begin training. Especially Misha. He was so excited to begin this years competition. They had the weekend to unpack, prepare and partner up. Then, there would be twelve weeks of competition and training. Just what Misha strived in. There were enough dance rooms for everybody to practice in, and their dorms were right next to the studios. In the middle was the ballroom, where they were watched. Each week they were given a dance to create some choreography and to perfect it, then they were to perform on Friday evening. It was exciting and daunting at the same time, everybody was desperate for the champion title. And this year, Misha wanted to win.
At around 19:33 when he climbed off the bus with his suitcase in hand. He was in his relaxing clothes, nobody to impress today. Just a simple long sleeved, black shirt and gray sweatpants. Along with his glasses of course. He hauled his heavy case down to the dorms. On the door, there was a sheet of paper with names collected together. Everybody shared a room with one other dancer. It was all gendered, except for one married couple who escaped that rule. Misha squinted as he tried to find his own name. Near the bottom was 'Misha Romanov' typed out neatly next to a 'Jonathan Carson.' Misha shrugged, that was okay. He didn't know Jonathan closely, only as another male dancer in the group. But he seemed nice, sort of intimidating, but nice.
Misha sighed as he went into the building, tugging his large suitcase into the building. He decided he didn't want to spend too much time unpacking, hopefully everybody was downstairs in the kitchen or lounge room and he wanted to go and see them. Plus, Misha's usual partner - his sister, Anna - wasn't able to dance this year because of a leg injury. It irritated him a bit, but it wasn't her fault. Then again, hopefully he'd be able to get a little more comfortable, since he could now do dances that weren't possible with Anna. Most dancers know how impossible it is to smooth your hands over your sisters legs.
Quickly, Misha collected the key from the man at the reception and climbed up the stairs to room 213. He opened the door, not checking if anybody was in and chucked his case onto the bed. "Ugh." He mumbled, locking the door again before jogging downstairs. Actually, he was kind of tired, and maybe he should just grab a hot chocolate and see the others before getting an early night. Misha wandered into the connected kitchen and living space, seeing a load of familiar faces. He greeted them excitedly before getting to the kitchen, finding his way through the cabinets to find the drinks stuff. He needed it after the long day of travelling.
@Rambunctious
At around 19:33 when he climbed off the bus with his suitcase in hand. He was in his relaxing clothes, nobody to impress today. Just a simple long sleeved, black shirt and gray sweatpants. Along with his glasses of course. He hauled his heavy case down to the dorms. On the door, there was a sheet of paper with names collected together. Everybody shared a room with one other dancer. It was all gendered, except for one married couple who escaped that rule. Misha squinted as he tried to find his own name. Near the bottom was 'Misha Romanov' typed out neatly next to a 'Jonathan Carson.' Misha shrugged, that was okay. He didn't know Jonathan closely, only as another male dancer in the group. But he seemed nice, sort of intimidating, but nice.
Misha sighed as he went into the building, tugging his large suitcase into the building. He decided he didn't want to spend too much time unpacking, hopefully everybody was downstairs in the kitchen or lounge room and he wanted to go and see them. Plus, Misha's usual partner - his sister, Anna - wasn't able to dance this year because of a leg injury. It irritated him a bit, but it wasn't her fault. Then again, hopefully he'd be able to get a little more comfortable, since he could now do dances that weren't possible with Anna. Most dancers know how impossible it is to smooth your hands over your sisters legs.
Quickly, Misha collected the key from the man at the reception and climbed up the stairs to room 213. He opened the door, not checking if anybody was in and chucked his case onto the bed. "Ugh." He mumbled, locking the door again before jogging downstairs. Actually, he was kind of tired, and maybe he should just grab a hot chocolate and see the others before getting an early night. Misha wandered into the connected kitchen and living space, seeing a load of familiar faces. He greeted them excitedly before getting to the kitchen, finding his way through the cabinets to find the drinks stuff. He needed it after the long day of travelling.
@Rambunctious
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