"Grande battement" Jeremiah repeated after her, picking himself up from the ground as he thought about it. "How long did it take for you to be so good at doing it?" he questioned, walking closer to her side of the room so that he didn’t have to call out so loudly. He had basically abandoned the idea of rehearsing routines, instead deciding to spend his time learning more about his roommate. Only when he got closer to her did he fully acknowledge how petite she was, she made him feel like a giant. He smiled then, crossing his arms over his bare chest and letting his fingers find their way to one of his tattoos. He found himself tracing softly over the tattoo of a bear that was located on his side. Normally he was one to have some sort of meaning to his tattoos, but he wasn’t entirely sure why he decided to get that one. Maybe it was because Brother bear was his favourite disney movie as a child, or because bears were strong and mighty and he strived to be like that. But he liked it, it was the only random tattoo he had. He didn’t have many because everything changed so much that it was hard for him to find anything that he permanently wanted to keep on his body. "Do you have any tattoos?" he questioned suddenly and quite randomly, looking across at her as she fixed up her long, soft looking hair. If he did, he wondered if she had specific reasons for picking them, too. Or if she liked a certain type of tattoos. He had to admit, he himself liked coloured tattoos the most. He let his hands drop to his side as she began to speak about painting again, about how long she’d been doing it for and why she did it in the first place. "You should show me something sometime, I’m sure your mom is right, but I’d still like to see it for myself" he said, a grin forming on his face again. Jeremiah always seemed to have some sort of smile on his face, it was rare for him to have what is known as a "neutral" expression, his neutral expression still involves a smile to be on his face. It wasn’t as if he were the most happy go lucky person around, because he certainly had his bad days. But he was the type of person that smiled just for the simple fact that he could. People seemed to be more attracted to that too, he noticed. So he liked to use it to his advantage. "I can’t say I’ve ever been one to paint, but I do like paint ball. But I don’t think that counts all that much, does it?"
Ellie dismissed the compliment disguised in his question, knowing it was just an unclever way to flirt with the girl. If it wasn’t, however, it was likely that Ellie would still brush it aside, as she so often did. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe she was good - Ellie knew she was, and not in a cocky way, either. But she had been practising all her life, and it was about near impossible to be awful at dance after all that. Ellie preferred to dismiss compliments because she didn’t need them to feed her ego - the girl was constantly having to remind herself that she could and she should improve, and no amount of talent could change the fact that there was always room for more. “I’ve been dancing for a really long time,” she said with a shrug, “I think that’s the only way to get good at things, really - practice.” She watched as he made her way over, completely abandoning any pretense of dance. She wasn’t quite sure why he was still here, if he didn’t even plan on dancing, but she held her tongue. Her eyes wandered to the coloured splotch along his rib cage. Open closer inspection it revealed itself to be a watercolour stylistic tattoo of a bear. She nodded subtly, not quite sure what to say. “Oh, uh,” she said, at his question, “yeah, actually.” She turned around, letting him see her back without her dancing so quickly that her tattoo was a blur. Along her shoulder blades were two or three silhouettes of birds, done in such a delicately beautiful style. Though many believed there was some deep, intricate meaning behind it, Ellie simply liked them. She thought they were beautiful and finesse and artistic. She wanted the meaning to grow around the tattoo, instead of the other way around. Turning back around to face Jeremiah, Ellie said, “yeah, uh. I got that about a year or two ago. I think it’s pretty neat.” She found herself speechless at his comment about seeing her paintings - no one had asked to see them before. It was to no confusion as to why - she was merely an amateur who painted in her spare time, nothing to gape at. Her paintings were far from masterpieces, and yet here someone was, taking an interest in them. “Um, maybe,” was all she could say, still a little taken aback. “No, I don’t think it does,” she said, the first smile of the night playing on her lips. The girl had never been paintballing, though her friends had told her too many stories of it. “Isn’t paintball supposed to hurt, though?”
At hearing her answer, Jeremiah let a sigh of relief escape his lips. He was glad that it wasn’t that she didn’t like his company, that she was only so quiet because that’s how she liked it. He could respect that. He decided to keep his mouth shut, though. As he didn’t think there was anything he could say without him sounding like a complete moron. He wasn’t about to reassure her that that’s fine, nor was he about to say he was glad. Either way he sounded like he was too…keen. He had to play the game right, not wanting to seem too eager yet not wanting to seem not interested. If he played his cards right this could go very, very well. He continued to watch her as she began to do something different, the term of the movement one that he couldn’t name. But it was good: she was good. He was impressed, he honestly didn’t know how they could do dance moves like that, especially with the amount of pain it inflicts on them. He wasn’t aware of much when it came to ballet, but he’s seen enough of some dancers bodies to know that it came with a price to be able to move like that. He couldn’t help but wonder how long it took her to be able to perfect it like that, how much pain she went through to be able to go through with it. “What do you call that?” he asked once she was in her original position, his eyebrows furrowed together as he did so. She was looking at him now, and that fact didn’t make him look away. He kept his eyes on her, waiting to see if she’d say something in response to him. Conversation was a two way street, or at least the conversation’s he normally had were. He clasped his hands together as the silence went on, and thought about what he was going to do after this. He could see if there was any parties going on, maybe hang out with a few friends and get wasted. That would be fun, he’d message them later to see if they had anything going on, then just go from there. I watercolour. He felt his head tilt to the side as he imagined her doing so. She’d look down at it, her hand grasping onto the paint brush as she gently stroked- Jeremiah didn’t let himself finish that thought off, instead speaking out loud to get the thoughts out of his mind. “Yeah, I get you. That’s pretty cool. Is that something you’ve done for a while, or is it a new hobby?”
It was weird being around someone so chatty. Ellie had her fair share of social friends, of course, and she herself always had an interesting thing or two to chime in with should she like the subject they were speaking of enough. However, Jeremiah wasn’t just talkative - he was insistent. As if he genuinely wanted to get to know her. Which was…odd, to say the least. Ellie didn’t supposed Jeremiah was the kind of person who cared about anything that came out of her mouth, as he seemed to be more attentive towards the shape of her body. However, it didn’t appear to be that way in this conversation. Alright, she couldn’t deny she’d notice his eyes drag across her a few times over (she had done the same to him, of course, only she had no intentions of admitting that to either Jeremiah or herself, and only hoped she wasn’t as obvious as he was). Still, if that were the case, he would have most likely just sat there, gawking at her hopelessly, like a child would at a toy in a store. Something told Ellie, after all, that Jeremiah wasn’t the kind of person to be subtle, if his ever irritating smirk was anything to go off of. She tried her best to hide her smile at his questioning of her moves, pretending she didn’t notice the slight wonder in his voice. She might have imagined that, of course, but Ellie tried her best not to think of his words at all, let alone dwell on the fact that perhaps she wanted him to notice and be impressed by her, so much so that she started hearing amazement where there wasn’t any. “That’s a grande battement,” she said coolly, not looking at him as she shook her hair out of the once tight bun. Ellie’s buns, no matter how nicely she did them, always managed to go loose at least once before she was finished practising. Her teacher used to say it was because she was such an energetic student, throwing all the passion she harboured inside her and didn’t dare share into her dance moves. Her hair fell out far below her shoulders, and if you were to only ever see Ellie with her hair up, you would never think it so long. It was wavy, and seemed to insist upon staying that way, no matter how many times she straightened it. She was just putting her hair back into a bun when she heard him speak. Her head was pointed toward the ground so she couldn’t quite see his face, but she decided it best to answer anyways. “I’ve actually been painting since eighth grade,” she said, running her tongue over her teeth. “Just for fun, but my mum says I’m good at it.” With a quick snap of the hair elastic, Ellie finished with her hair and returned to the barre, though she couldn’t deny that the corners of her eyes were trained on Jeremiah. She convinced herself that it was only because she couldn’t believe that someone would have barged in on her studio time simply to sit there and talk, but she wasn’t entirely sure how true that was.
Not sure this is an actual question, but well, I found you some videos featuring ballet. So, hopefully this helps you! I did my best to mostly keep HQ videos so your gifs will come out nicely (since I assume it’s for gifs). But enjoy!
Complete ballets/Ballets teasers
There’s also a TV show called ‘Bunheads’ which might also be nice, though I’ve never watched it, but if you take a look, I’m sure it features some ballet dancing.
"Is that just because you don’t like me, or are you just naturally like that?" he asked, hoping that she would say it was the latter. It was very new to him. To be around a girl that was as quiet as she is. The girls he normally hung out with were loud, in more ways then one. They were always pushing themselves onto him, fluttering their eyes and speaking to him as much as they could. He couldn’t say he didn’t like all the attention, because that would definitely be a lie. But it certainly grew boring after a while, the same thing every single day. He liked change. That’s mainly why he wasn’t so organised and simply did stuff when he wanted to. Maybe that’s why he likes dancing so much. There are so many different genres, techniques, routines- the opportunities are endless. If he was bored of a routine, he could simply learn something new. The funny thing about dancing, though, is that no one ever suspects that he takes it seriously. What? a guy like him, always going out yet also being a dedicated dancer. Surely that can’t be possible. Yeah, no. Jeremiah Floyd took dancing very seriously, all you have to do is see him perform to realise that. He pours his heart and soul into dancing, feeling the beat running through his body and being one with it. It wasn’t just a hobby to him, as some people like to believe. It was his life, his dream. Ever since he found out about the dance academy he knew he had to get into it and he worked his ass off to do just that. Maintaining a social life doesn’t mean you aren’t dedicated, and Jeremiah wished more people realised that. He laughed lightly, his brown curls moving back and forward as he shook his head. “I can’t make that sort of judgement until I know you a bit better” he said as he sat on the floor of the studio, his green eyes still trained on her. “Okay, tell me the first thing that comes to your mind”
Ellie was actually unsure what to say. She couldn’t quite say she didn’t like him - after all, the girl barely knew him. Then again, she couldn’t exactly say that she was particularly fond of the boy. In the short time that she had known him, he had made her turn red numerous times (and seemed to take delight in it, too, if the everlasting smirk was an indication of anything), made her leave her dorm room in a fit of awkwardness, and attempted to distract her from dancing. So, yeah, it was safe to say that Ellie wasn’t absolutely crazy about him. Still, she didn’t want to say that. Above anything else, Ellie tried her best to stay polite. Her mum always said she had a diplomatic personality, as she always placed her words delicately, careful not to hurt anyone’s feelings or step on any toes while still being honest. Besides, it’s not as if the first point wasn’t entirely true. She was naturally quiet, that much was true, preferring the sanctity of her own thoughts. “I guess I just don’t talk very much.” She decided to leave it at that as she moved into fourth position, one hand high in the air and the other out as she crossed one feet over the other, already feeling the strain on the back of her legs. She shook herself a little, before kicking her left foot up a little, making sure to keep her toes pointed during her petit battement. After taking a few breaths, Ellie brought her leg all the way up so that it was horizontal with her waist before bringing it down, the rest of her body still and properly aligned - a grande battement. And was it bad that she was hoping he was watching, and might even be a little impressed? She fixed her hair as she finished, looking down at him sitting on the floor, not even pretending to practice his dance anymore. She ran a hand through a hair in exasperation, pulling stray strands out of her eyes. The first thing she thought of was never a method Ellie followed, knowing always had disastrous results. She could tell him about Princess, her cat? No, he would think her a crazy cat lady. She could tell him that he was an only child? No, that really was boring. She could tell him about her love of ballet? Well, that was just obvious. “Um,” she said after deliberate pondering, “I watercolour. Like, paint, you know?”
He chuckled lightly, listening to her go on in a tone that suggested that she did not want to speak to him. Though, that didn’t stop him from continuing. “Plies, that’s what we have to do in hip-hop” he said while gesturing from his hips to his knees, which were bent in the standard hip-hop procedure. Only after did he realise that she may have thought that he was gesturing to something else in that same region. Oops. ”You’re really not much of a talker, are you?” he said as he watched her movement, licking his lips out of habit as he did so. He couldn’t help but think that she must be very flexible, and he had to shake his head to get rid of such dirty thoughts. There was no doubt that this girl was having an effect on him and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was having an effect on her, too. He couldn’t tell with this one. She wasn’t sending him any signals, she wasn’t even looking at him anymore. She was keeping her attention on her positions, and didn’t even bother to glance over at him when she spoke again. Which was a shame, too, because that meant he wouldn’t be able to get a look at her crystal blue eyes. God, he really needed to stay home more. He looked over at her for a little while longer before returning to what he was meant to be doing. He rubbed his hands together as he went through the routine he was meant to be practising in his mind. First thing he’ll do is break it down and walk it half-time, taking his time to slowly feel the rhythm of the routine. Jeremiah was pretty confident when it came to his memory, it normally doesn’t take him too long to have a routine memorised. But there can be times where he’ll have to go onto his phone and check it; he normally has a video recording of him doing the routine in a previous practise. He learns best that way, to be able to replay his steps over and over until he had it perfected burnt into his mind. After becoming certain everything was running smoothly he returned his attention back to the girl in the room with him. “So, Eleanor. Tell me a bit about yourself”
She was surprised at his understanding of plies, though she hoped it didn’t reflect very much on her face, not wanting to seem rude. Though they both went to the same dance school, Jeremiah gave off the vibe that this was more of an adventure for him than something he seriously considered - as if he woke up one day and decided to go to dance school. Ellie, on the other hand, took her dancing seriously. Ever since she was a little girl, she had wanted to be a ballerina since she was a little girl, owning DVDs and posters and tutus. She started lessons the summer before first grade, hoping it would give her an advantage in making friends as she would have something to talk about. It wasn’t until she actually went into first grade did she realize that most students were not ballerinas, or wannabe ballerinas, or even all that crazy about ballet. She turned her head just to see him gesture towards his legs, which resulted in Ellie snapping her head back to its former position. She simply nodded instead, not quite sure what to say. The girl didn’t know very much about hip hop, and she can’t say she really wanted to. It was never really a dance style that intrigued her or piqued her interest. Still, she didn’t want to appear rude, so nodded along. You’re not really much of a talker, are you? Ellie pursed her lips, thinking over her words before she said much. “I guess not.” Which wasn’t entirely true. In fact, Ellie had a lot to say should you get her interested. It was just that she didn’t always say them. Her mind was filled with adventure and fantasy and dreams galore, and she certainly had opinions to share, but Ellie never felt the need to actually share them. Her thoughts were her own private property, and she didn’t wish to subject them to the cruelness of the outside world. Without another word, she settled back into first position, toes out and hands out in front of her. She was just shifting into second position, pushing her feet farther apart and bringing her hands out to her sides, when he spoke again. Though she didn’t mean to be rude, she couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted now. It was clear that Ellie was trying to practise, and he was supposed to be doing the same, except he seemed adamant on starting conversation. And Ellie hated knowing that it wouldn’t have been such a big deal if his eyes weren’t so green and his smirk so taunting. ”Well,” she said, her voice light and airy with her eyes still drilling straight ahead of her as she moved into third position. “What do you want to know? I’m not very interesting.”