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We are currently in week 4 of DECEMBER, 2012. (18/12 - 24/12) School is finally out for the Winter Holidays and Christmas is finally so near. Happy Christmas Eve!
New week begins on 3/09/12 real time.
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"HENRY, YOU'RE KILLING ME!" Jae Chan screamed just as the bell signalling the end of their period of practice rang. Hayden was just sitting on the benches, legs crossed as he watched the St. Anselm's drill team practice. He had gotten inside of the school with the help of Ming Zhe and Hun Sei who drove him over. At first, St. Anselm's had surprised him. Seriously, the size of this school and all their fancy facilities and classrooms. Jesus, even their gymnasium looked extremely high end. Lannister wasn't so bad, really, but if you compare it to St. Anselm's then you'd know how much money people invested in this school and just how money was the one that made the lives of these students and authorities go round and round and round. These Saints.
Hayden had no qualms, really, he liked the school. The structure was fine, and while walking over here he noticed a few of the band practice rooms which had decent equipment. Yeah, all the best for the Saints. He'd also, really, really boldly took a quick break from watching the team to get a shake from the cafeteria. Not that it was full at around this time, there were barely any people. But it was obvious he wasn't from here. He wasn't even wearing a uniform - ahahha these kids had to wear uniforms. He actually snorted when he saw Jae Chan in his formal uniform looking so cleaned up and tidy and the image of a perfect Asian straight A student. And then his laughter died when Jae Chan threw his jacket over to him and changed into his sweats for drill.
But yes, the walk to the cafeteria wasn't that long. He'd bought a mango shake, really, and it was more enjoyable than getting coke from the vending machine just outside. Though the vending machine was more appropriate seeing as he was an alien to this school but whateeeveerrr, if he was visiting then he might as well go on little adventures himself. He sipped at his shake and turned his attention back to the team who were almost done, his gaze resting on Jung Bae for a while. Jung Bae was a pretty good dancer, he had an appeal to himself, a strong presence when he danced. Jae Chan's dancing was different, it was fiercer, his movements just flowing but at the same time it had an edge. Jung Bae's dancing was sexy, that was the word, while Jae Chan's was fierce. He looked at the other members who were pretty decent themselves but were obviously showed up by the Korean-Chinese trio and he tilted his head as a movement caught his eye.
Henry, there, just standing a little ways off in front of them in the middle. Henry Yuan's dancing was different from Jae and Jung. It was even different from Hun Sei, all of their styles were different but there was a certain spark to Henry, a bang! that had Hayden's eyes locked to him for one full practice of their song. At first glance Henry looked as if he was just your small, baby faced and innocent little boy who'd smile at anyone and have people fawning over him. But Hayden had passed that point already and saw Henry for who he was - he was adorable and tiny and cute, really, but he was also a leader of his team. Plus, he was just on fire during the routine that Hayden had to lean back and take a long sip from his drink. Henry was on fire, really, and his dancing was just...Well, what's the word? Amazing.
"Henrrrryyyyy~~~" Jae Chan called again, trying for a lighter, cuter tone as draped himself over Jung Bae. Jae Chan's footing slipped and he stumbled in front of Jung Bae, righting himself up by grabbing one of his member's arms and then going back to Jung Bae, leaning against him. "I'm tired. I'm tired. Where's my Mingie? And Henry we're done, aren't we? Henrrryyyy I gave you cake, have mercy on me!"
Jae Chan was such a whiner. Well, he whined a lot during their breaks but Hayden saw his determination. He didn't give up. Jae Chan complained a lot, screamed at Henry's evil doings and even called to Ming Zhe when she'd dropped Hayden off not to leave because Henry was going to kill him but he didn't give up. Not once did Jae Chan's steps and movement become sloppy. He shut up when they danced and slipped into a totally new person. It was amazing, seeing as Jae Chan was a psychotic idiot who had cut off his internet for two days AND gave him cake at the same time. Totally psychotic.
Hayden dusted his pants and set his drink down beside him as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. He waved at them and Jae Chan, who's head lay against Jung Bae's shoulder, looked up at Hayden and grinned. "Did you see how cool your hyungs were, Rae-ie~~?" Ah, that endearing tone he used all the time, trying to sound like a hyung who was sweet with his cute tones. Hayden couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and grin back, waving at Jung Bae too and then at Jae where he nodded.
"That was something, that's for sure." Hayden called back as he took a few steps down from his bench and then walking over to the one nearest to them. "And cool? It was cool. Daebak, hyung~" Another smile as he tossed Jae Chan a bottle of water and Jung Bae a clean towel. Jae Chan pried himself off of Jung and began drinking, slumping down against the wall to sit on the floor. Hayden looked at Henry then and smiled at him. "Henry, the routine's great." He didn't have to mention that his Hun Sei hyung would have a hard time shaping up his own drill team to catch up with the progress of Henry's team.
"Do you want water?" He asked Henry, one hand stretching out in front of him to pass him another bottle water. "That was really intense. And I actually want to try Hun Sei hyung's drill team now, I think."
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He wasted no time. Henry couldn't afford to. He already missed every single practice last week. He couldn't afford to let these punks slack off. He knew the coach would have made sure that these kids worked, and he was sure that their passion for dancing would keep them dancing and practicing. But Henry was picky. A perfectionist? Not exactly. But he was good at recognizing people's limits and pushing them far against that wall until they tear it down. He sees constant progress with each of them; torturing them was just his way to poke at their fighting spirit and get them fierce with every step and every beat. He admits it's hellish, but it works.
"YAH, YOU PUNK!" Great, now Henry was using that godawful Korean interjection too. This is what he gets for hanging out with Koreans all the time. And for having a Korean step mother. He glares at the unfortunate soul who happened to be a quarter of a beat off of the counting. They still continued to dance though. They knew the drill. Whatever the hell Henry says, unless he says stop, they keep dancing until the end of the routine. A lot of them learned this the hard way. Henry waved his hand. This was a stop, and many of them took it with pleasure and collapsed on the floor, sitting down and catching their breath. The unfortunate soul remained standing, embarrassed and frightened.
Henry glared at him before turning his back and looking at him through the mirror. "Ya, Kevin, it's this-" He started doing part of the routine in slow motion. "-this-" and he continued to do it, saying 'this' at every pop, lock, and move and beat. The poor guy just kept on nodding. Henry turned around briefly to glare at him directly. "Do it with me." He didn't scream that time, but his voice was almost murderous. To mess up now would mean an early death for this kid. Really, Henry. Sometimes people wondered if they had all murdered him in the past life and now he was back to get revenge.
But that's now Henry operates. When it comes to dancing, he's a lot stricter but he's also a lot nicer -- but that's really confusing, isn't it? What it means is that he would slow down a part of the routine for a little, making sure ever move pops and connects with everyone else. He would make people who mess up watch him carefully, do it with him a couple of times, and do it by themselves while he seriously tells them what they need to do. Times like these, Henry looks absolutely. . . cool. Now if he could only manage to be this cool outside of this gym. . .
He motioned for the rest of the team to stand up and start the routine again and watched them through the mirror. He doesn't usually dance with them, partly because he usually does it when they're only a couple of months away from the performance date. He usually just stares at them intently, watching every inch of their movement and stopping them every now and then. He doesn't have to do it all too often though. He was graced with talented kids. All he needed to do was fire up their spirits. "Kim Jung Bae, watch your face! AIYA JAE CHAN YOU PUNK MATCH CHARLES' EXTENSION!"
By the time the bell rang, Jae Chan was whining constantly again and Henry was beginning to get annoyed. He usually actually has a higher level of tolerance during practice (even if that's hard to believe), but now Jae Chan was close to reaching Henry's limits. Henry clapped his hands once. "Alright, alright, you punks! Stop whining. If you can still talk, you can still dance!" He glared at all of them before waving a hand as he walked over to his duffel bags. "Alright, get out."
Henry stooped down and pulled out a teddy bear thermos (a prized gift from Ming Zhe) gulping down water as if he'd just recently gotten out of a desert. He could hear Jae Chan whine about how tired he was and how Hayden thought the routine was cool. Hayden. Huh. Henry almost forgot that Hayden was there. Probably because when the music is on, only him and his choreography matters. He took the towel from his duffel bag and wiped his neck and dabbed his face with it. He bowed as some of the more respectful members of his drill team bowed to him, thanking him for his hard work, before he turned his attention to Hayden.
"They still need more practice," was his simple and blunt response to Hayden's kind comment. He was exhausted too, to be honest. Yelling like that after a week of not yelling and just keeping to himself was just tiring. He took the seat next to Hayden and glared at Jae Chan clinging to Jung Bae. It's obvious on Jung Bae's face that he was just being forced to act as Jae Chan's post because of seniority. Sometimes Henry pitied Jung Bae.
When he heard Hayden was going to start taking up dancing again though, Henry turned to him with a bright smile. "That's nice! Hun Sei is a good captain. I think you'll have fun." He continued beaming at him until he remembered something from their past conversations. "Oh, but what about your mom? What would she say?"
But really though, Henry has very little care about whatever objection Hayden's mom would have to him dancing. After all, it wasn't like he was doing drugs or anything. He was dancing. It was harmless. Some people are worshiped because of their skill in dancing. So why not, right? But now that the idea of Hayden dancing popped into his mind, Henry wanted to see it for himself. He heard from Hun Sei that he was good, that he had solid moves and liquid-like movements. Now he's curious of Hun Sei's taste remains to be unquestionably good. "Why don't you dance for us a bit?" He said, grinning at him with his happiest grin, a rare treat for the very few members of the drill team still around.
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