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Mismatched Partners (AngeliqueMoone & Josu_T)

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AngeliqueMoone

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Nadine paced back and forth across the dance floor as she waited for her new partner to walk through the doors. Staring at the clock over the door, he was already two minutes late. She sucked in air as her body stiffened. Nadine knew that she would not like this new guy.
"Why did Nickolas get in that stupid car accident?"
she whispered underneath her breath in a harsh tone as her dancing shoes clicked loudly against the wooden floor. Her coach had suggested to Nadine that instead of waiting for Nickolas to get out of the hospital and well enough to dance - which was no time soon - why not at least have a new dance partner until then? Though she was strongly against it, she finally caved to her coach's wishes once she found out how long it would be. 6 damned months. The competition would have passed and her rival, Victoria, would gloat in her face. Not wanting Victoria to have such glory, Nadine stood there as she looked at the clock. Three minutes late. Nadine heavily sighed as she ran her fingers through her light-brown hair. Nadine stared outside of the dance studio window. It was on the second floor. High enough to see everyone and for everyone to see inside. She noticed the leaves had started to change its colors. She wondered why her coach did not want to tell her who she would be working with. Nadine tilted her head to the side tas she messed with her black short-sleeved leotard and her black wrap-around skirt.
 
Jon sighed as he got into his car. He didn't want to do this, but he had no choice. He had no partner now and that meant he could not win any more competitions. He and his dance partner Angela had been top competitiors for years, but now she was sick. It was very unfortunate and neither of them liked it at all. They had always been in sync together. Now that she had serious arthritis developing in her left knee, she was unable to dance without serious pain. There were procedures that could help it, but she made the decision that those may not be the best in the long run. So, her dancing career was over and Jon was left without a partner. Jon felt worse for Angela though. She was young and now couldn't do what she loved. He kenw they would stay friend, and she had promised to do everything she could to help him.

That was why he was going to a dance studio now. Angela had heard that there was a talented dancer who had just lost her partner for six months and needed a new one, at least until her partner was better. Jon knew that it was the best he could do for the moment. He didn't know who the girl was, but he really had no choice. He started up the car and got on the road to the studio. He knew he would be late, but he didn't care. If she really needed a dance partner she could wait.

As he pulled into the parking lot he pulled down the vanity mirror and checked his hair. He ran a comb through the short brown hiars until they were neatly in place. He then stepped out of his car, locked it, and went toward the door. He hoped the new girl would be as good as Angela promised. He also hoped she would be able to handle dancing with him. He was one of the bigger guys in dancing, yet he was still as flexible and nimble, but able to do things that took a little more strength.

He checked a clock as he went toward the second floor. Only five minutes late. That wasn't bad. He entered through the doors of the studio and first turned to put his things off to the side. He stripped out of his street clothes, leaving himself in his practice clothes. Tight fitting, but still comfortable. He finally turned to see his new partner. When he saw her he knew who she was immediately. He was stunned and a little angry that Angela had set him up with her, of all people. He was ready to grab his things and leave.
 
As Nadine stood there in thought, she also worried about her friend, Angela. Her and Angela met at a dance competition and Angela gave her a lot of encouragement. When she had found out about her injuries and her arthritis, it forced Angela into early retirement. As Nadine shifted her weight, she scoffed at the idea that it could have been Jon's fault. Lifting her too high in the air. Forcing her to land so hard on the glossed wooden floor and expect her to do so gracefully. No wonder she was in such pain.

Jon had always been such a pain. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. If her wasn't hr hair, then the outfit didn't fit. It the outfit was good, the hair never flowed right. And if both were good, her shoes were too noisy or too scuffed. Yet dare she have everything together, in tip-top shape, he always found a way to nit-pick her dance routines.

Nadine scolded at the fact that Jone felt he was the best thing that ever happened to dancing. If it wasn't for Angela, he would be nothing. Just as that thought crossed her mind, she heard the doors opened.
"You are late. If you are going to be my dance partner you need----"
As she turned fully around, she saw the man standing in the doorway was the very same man the loathed.
"You! What in Hades are you doing here? They said I was getting the best. Not some two-footed, thick-brained asshole!"
Her voice riddled with anger. How dare Gustave do this to her. He knew how much she hated this man. And to her, hate was an understatement.
 
Jon stared at Nadine. She was actually insulting him. Her! Of all people! Dared to insult him? That wasn't right. That was a problem. He glared at her and took a few steps in her direction. "I'm a two-footed, thick-brained asshole? I don't know who you're talking to, but it must not be me. I'd check the stat sheets if I were you. Last time I checked, I had more on my trophy shelf than you will ever have. It is a shame that Angela has a genetic suceptability to arthritis. She knew how to dance. I don't know what she saw in you and I don't know why she even thought of getting you as my new partner."

He sighed and turned around. He went and gathered his things. He was about to leave when the coach entered with a choreographer. Jon stopped and looked at them. They gave him a look that told him to put his things down and at least listen for a moment. With another sigh he dropped his things, crossed his arms, and stared at the pair of them. He would have to talk to Angela about this and ask her what she was thinking.
 
Just when she opened her mouth, she saw Gustave make hos way in the room. Giving her a look only Gustave himself possesses, she quickly shut it as he walked towards her.
"Gustave, you know that---"
He lifted a hand, silencing her. He looked at her and at him then shook his head.

"Jon. Nadine. You both are stuck in a predicament that leaves you both partner-less. You both want to get into the competition. Jon, this is your 8th and Nadine, your 5th. You are both talented dancers. Both of you."
He looked at them both, staring at them intently.
"As of now, you need each other. Whether you like it or not. You want to win. Right? Right? So suck it up. Now..... this is your choreographer. Get to it."

Nadine looked at Gustave, stupefied as he walked in his usual place. He expected her to dance with him? But he was right. Sighing loudly, she walked into the middle of the dance floor, staring at Jon.
"Well.... you want that trophy, or not?"
 
Jon listened as the man, who was a good coach as far as record and reputation went. He wasn't sure about his comment that both of them were talented dancers. He thought it was a little generous for Nadine to be called that. Still, she might be able do something right if she just followed his lead. He did want to win, and she was probably his best shot. She and her partner had been lucky at least once and placed well at the championships. Maybe she'd be able to give another good performance. It would take work though.

He recognised the other person there, knowing that they would be able to put together a good routine for them. Jon thougth for a few moments longer before confirming that at the moment she was his only option. At least until he could find someone else with some talent that he could work with. He pushed his things back to the side of the room and went over to Nadine. He looked at her carefully. "So, what kind of music shall we dance to for the competition?" He looked over at the choreographer to see what they had in mind. They probably knew what would be best for the mix of their abilities.
 
Gustave walked over towards the radio they had for practice, pulling out a small tape from his pocket.
"For the competition, as you both very much know, will have to perform two dances. I do believe given how you two are, the first should be the Salsa. The second dance should be the Waltz. Salsa is more of Nadine's strength while the Waltz is more of you, Jon's, strength. You two must learn each other's strengths and weakness. Do you understand? Now. Salsa."
Gustave put in the tape and hit the 'PLAY' button, having them listen to the music they would use.

Nadine nodded her head, letting him know she understood. Though she hated Jon with all her might, she might as well shut her mouth for now and let him think, for this moment, he has the upper hand.
 
Jon listened as Gustave told them what their dances would be. He had some differing ideas, but it didn't matter. He knew he could win with anything. As long as Nadine was able to follow his lead. He listened carefully to the music and had some ideas of things they could do that could score them big points in competition. It was up to the choreographer though. It was a good song. Not overused and they could do a lot with it.

As the song went on he did his stretching. By the time it was done he was loose and ready. He nodded and moved to the center of the dance floor. He put out his arms in the typical salsa pose and waited for Nadine to join him. They could at least do something simple to start off with and get to know eachother and the music before the choreographer started planning moves for them.
 
As Nadine listened to the music, she slightly frowned at the choice. It wasn't something she would have picked for Salsa. Samba, maybe, but for Salsa? Nadine folded her arms as she walked towards the windows, staring outside.

Sure, she had to agree with Gustave, she was good in Salsa, but she had a feeling that Gustave had more plans up his sleeve. Gustave had forgotten to mention that if they were in the final 3, they were given one more day to do a third dance, of their choosing, to secure their place for first. Nadine bit on her thumbnail, knowing that with them to dancing, they might not even make it pass the second round.

As the music ended, she turned around to get started, only seeing Jon already in the middle standing in a Salsa pose. Nadine scoffed softly to herself, shaking her head. He thinks he is so high and mighty, she thought to herself, he looks more like a puffer fish. Nadine casually walked over towards Jon with a soft smile.
"You're pose is wrong. Shoulders, too high. Hands to stiff. Neck too stiff. Oh, no wonder you're such a stick in the mud."
She said crossing her arms as she rolled her eyes.
 
Jon sighed as Nadine bugged him about the way he was standing. He stood normally and stared at her. "I think I know how to stand for a salsa. Aslo, the stance changes once the partner is there. You of all people should know that. Now do you want to do this or not? I can just leave. I'm sure I could teach my sister enough to have a shot at the championship. She may not be as experienced, but she's a hell of a lot better to work with. If you keep this attitude I really will leave. It would be easier to work with a mule." He assumed the position again and waited to see what she would do or say. He was ready to get this done.
 
Just as she was about to protest, she caught the stares of Gustave and the choreographer. Since when did she not have a say about the way she danced? Nadine fumed, cursing underneath her breath. Since she was a lady, they all expected her to shut her trap and help things along. She sighed loudly, slowly walking over towards Jon as she spoke underneath her breath.
"At least I have the same amount of trophies you do in half the years you have competed."
Nadine put on a fake smile as she approached Jon, getting into her stance of the salsa. Nadine tried to put as much space as she could without the choreographer realizing it. She did not want her body touching his.
 
Jon waited a little impatiently for Nadine to join him. If she didn't so something soon, he would leave. He ignored her comment. When she took the position he could tell she was trying not to come in too much contact with him. He would have to fix that. While he didn't like her, he was a professional. He was also very competetive. When it came to practice and competition, he would work his hardest. They wouldn't win if she looked like she was trying to get away from him.

The moment the music started he took the first steps and in doing so, pulled her into the proper position. He was the man, and therefore the lead. He took control. Through the song he led her through moves that he knew she knew. He made sure she stayed close, even if she tried to pull away. When it ended he stepped back and looked at her. "Hey, if you aren't going to take this serious, let me know now and I'll just leave. Oh, and by the way, junior competition trophies don't count. So I'd take another look at your trophy tally." He then turned and went over toward the choreographer to see what that had to say.
 
(Sorry!!! In class right now. Just moved into new home. No internet. Plus looking for new job and doing schoolwork. Will be back by next week. Supposed to have internet then. I apologize for the inconvience and not telling you sooner.) ^.^;
 
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