Dance Like You Love Me (Private: MorirpXCherryBlossomTea 18+)

[Morirp]

 

Name: Lucas Dubois

Stage name: Mina Locke

Age: 22

Orientation: Undisclosed

Appearance: Dark brown hair, ice blue eyes, boarderline unhealthy slender but primarily because he has to stay thin to keep up his guise.

History: Lucas was a dancer, but he was more than that. From a very young age Lucas was very good at dancing a specific part - the female lead. It had happened one day when he was in dance class as a child when the female lead for his class broke her ankle and the understudy hadn't bothered to learn the part because she thought she would never get to play it. Lucas knew it, so they dressed him up as best they could and sent him onto stage. His posture, and slim build were perfect while the added strength in his legs from his male genes provided him with a competitive edge. That was when Mina Locke was born. Graceful, elegant, he played everything right and despite his interesting circumstances come high school he was enrolled full time as Mina Locke and Lucas Dubois was forgotten about for a long time. Lucas had to be careful growing up as a female to hide his frame, so he often starved himself to stay thin enough to pass for a woman, it lead to anorexia, his family and friends had to step in and now he has constant support reminding him to eat regularly and drink pleanty of fluids. He now has a severe diet regiment he has to follow to keep his slender build along with grueling dance practice whenever he's not preforming.

Personality: Lucas himself is a reserved individual, he keeps primarily to himself and tires to fly below the radar lest someone realize that he has fetures extremely close to Mina's. On the few occasions that someone has asked he has stated that Mina is his sister but that they don't get along so they're never seen together. He doesn't get along with his dance partner, who he met at the Dance academy he attended, his dance partner is one of the few people that knows he's actually a male.

Mina Locke is who she needs to be to keep her and her dance partner on top of their game. She is outgoing and pleasant in public often staying late to sign autographs and take pictures, and whenever possible encourage girls and boys to dance. On stage and in front of the public Mina and her partner get along -wonderfully- but off stage they fight, and bicker about everything from choreography to what to have for dinner if they have to eat together.

Appearance: Lucas has long dark brown hair, and off stage he wears glasses while onstage he wears contacts.

[CherryBlossomTea]

 

Name-: Malcolm Beauchêne

 

Alias-: The Prince of Dance

 

Nicknames-: Beau or Maurice (that's his middle name)

 

Age-: 24

 

DOB-: March 21

 

Sign-: Aries

 

Orientation-: Openly Bisexual (but is particular on who he will and will not flirt with)

 

Build-: Lean but still Muscular

 

Height-: 6'0"

 

Weight-: 169 lb.

 

Hair color-: Jet Black

-Hair Style?: Always kept long. Try and cut it...it'll be the last time you see the world...

 

Eyes-: Bottle Green Eyes

 

~Fun Facts!~

 

Complexion-: Pale. Has tattoos on his right arm and one that wraps around his thigh up to his groin.

 

Blood type-: O+

 

Piercings-: Both ears are pierced, but will only ever be seen wearing one earring at a time.

 

Marital status-: Has slept around but has never had a stable relationship.

 

Occupation-: Dancer (Contemporary, Solo, Ballet, Ballroom, Salsa, Tap, even a bit of Pole)

 

Family-: René Beauchêne (Father) and Lilly Marks (Mother). Candace Beauchêne (Grandmother)

 

Strengths-: He has near perfect form and is a quick learner. He also has photographic memory. Being able to perfectly capture the mood of the song through his movements and facial expressions. The Art of Deception. He best gets his emotions across through body language and poetry.

 

Weakness-: His ego tends to make him a bit lazy at times. He also thrives off the approval of the crowd.

 

Likes-: The finest of clothes, Learning a new form of dance, Harassing Mina/Lucas, Being Right, Being Complimented, Wine of any kind, Being in control of people or situations

 

Dislikes-: People who take forever to learn the proper dance steps, Having his ability challenged, Losing, Cheap Or Bargain Brands, People who don't know there "place", Mina/Lucas (currently)

 

Favorite food-: Anything leafy green or fruity. But will eat meat if cooked to perfection.

 

Music Preference-: Classical or Indie

 

Left/Right handed: Ambidextrous

 

Hobbies-: Dancing, Writing Poetry

 

Distinguishing marks-: Birthmark behind his left ear.

 

Personality-: He is big headed and full of himself. He was bred and raised to be the best and so he feels he is entitled to the title of best. He can be a bit of a snob because of his rich upbringing, quick to anger when things don't go his way, even going as far as to completely shut down if he doesn't know how to deal with his problems. He's snarky, and quick on his toes both physically and verbally. There are some positives to him though, like his fiery passion for everything he does, and his general work ethic is high for the most part. He also has a good heart if you are willing to dig through his outlandish personality to find it. As a lover he is just as fiery and passionate as his dancing, but can be soft if he so chooses to be. The media perceives him to be a princely gentleman.

 

Quick Bio-: Grew up with a sliver spoon in his mouth. Was given more material/tangibles objects than most children his age. His father's side was big on the preforming arts and were known for their finesse. Malcolm did not grow up wanting to dance. When he was young he wanted to be a famous poet and do dancing as a fun hobby, but as soon as his grandmother found out her grandson was skilled in the dancing field, she forced him into a strict training regimen. Malcolm's grandmother didn't let him have many friends or do much other than practice dance, basically abolishing his childhood, telling him distractions like those are what separate the good from the great. It was during this time in his life that Malcom strangely found his love for the art of perfecting dance and wanting his grandmother's approval. He even goes as far to believe that she did the right thing by shutting him off from the world as a child, and will tell people that if she hadn't have he would have grew up to be soft and "subpar".

 

His grandmother never complimented him, and always told him that he could take a another step towards perfection no matter how flawlessly Malcolm tried to make his performance each time. His grandmother died still without complimenting him or showing any pride in his efforts, so Malcom never got that closure, and to this day still believes that he is near perfection but not quite there. Despite this, when he entered a private dance academy he believed he was the best there and that everyone else was beneath him. Until he met Lucas. Who is the only one in his life that he, begrudgingly, sees as an equal on a talent level (though Malcolm will deny it). This is part of the reason why Malcolm hates him...[More to be revealed in the Rp]

[Morirp]

It had been a long rehearsal the day before, in fact it had been a long few weeks as Lucas and Malcolm had prepared for that nights preformance. There were important people in the audiance as always. All audiences were important... but that night was special. There were people in the audience that could impact their careers for the better. They had to be perfect that night. Mina, Mina Locke and Lucas both were on their last nerve with the prima donna of a dance partner they had, Malcolm. He was constantly billowing hot air and fire like a dragon on a horde. They were constantly at each other's throats back stage - but it all went away when they danced together, and oh how they danced.

 

It had started back at the dance academy and ever since then the two had been cast as every lead role they'd applied for, often ending up as partners till suddenly it just became a routine. If you were hiring Mina, you were also getting Malcolm and vice versa thanks to their manager. That night was ballet, but they both danced a wide variety of dances. Mina was backstage getting ready, she'd picked out a modest costume, teal to compliment her eyes, black silk skirt, she wore tutus but she didn't have to, and at that stage in her career she was expected to act more like a prima ballerina than a tutu chorus girl. So the modest outfit would do nicely. Lucas had been fortunate enough to never grow facial hair, though he had to shave his legs... a lot. A lot went into his cross dressing. Padding in the bra area, though not much was needed because most dancers were flat chested, tweeting, shaving... tucking. The nine yards - he didn't need anyone finding out. Finally showered and dressed Mina tied her hair up in a bun that let the tendrils of her hair fall out in ringlets, makeup and she was done.

 

It was a contemporary ballet, so it meant fast paced, grandiose movements. Mina actually preferred contemporary ballet to classical in some ways, mostly in the fact that it was more exciting. She pulled out a pair of black satin ballet shoes and slipped them onto her slender feet. With that she was ready, even though the show didn't start for an hour - she wanted to practice and warm up some. In the rehearsal room she stretched, she got ready, breathing deeply she forced herself to not think of Malcolm. She focused on raising the pitch of her voice from Lucas' lower octave.

 

When she finally did run into Malcolm before they went onstage she smiled in a sickeningly sweet way "Don't fuck up Malcolm." With that the curtain rose moments later and they walked out- bowed as they always did and began dancing. If you didn't know any better it would have looked like magic, too smooth and flawless to be really human. To passionate to be anything but two lovers dancing a dance they knew from the bottoms of their soul. It was beautiful, magical, it was downright sinful when they got close enough.

 

Lucas rarely thought of the first time he saw Malcolm, he was dressed as Mina. No, he -was- Mina. She had blushed, they had danced together. There was talk that they would make a good couple but Malcolm was petty and Mina liked to push his buttons. He had watched Malcolm dance every day, longing to be his partner as someone other than Mina. Soon his desire had turned into a sickness and he began to hate Malcolm because he always seemed so far away, so lonely yet so eager to dismiss everyone, even him, even her.

 

As their first dance ended, he briefly remembered what it was like, when dancing with Malcolm still excited him, when dancing with his partner was more than just dancing. S/he moved quickly from one end of the stage, her feet making soft patting sounds in her shoes, and then into Malcolm's arms for a lift - Her blue eyes, connected with those green ones, locked in. He hated to admit that he trusted Malcolm with his life more than he trusted any other person he could think of, how he hated that smug look he always wore.

[CherryBlossomTea]

Orbs of green where lost in a trance. They stared dead like at the image peering back before dropping. Arms extended out and grabbed the metal bar, a groan filled the air. Malcolm felt as if he looked hideous. His manager had ordered that he get his hair clipped, it was only a few centimeters but...he felt he had lost something. Something dire, likes he had been robbed of an organ. A piece of himself. Currently he had order that it be pulled back into a ponytail. A high one so that it was better hidden from his peripheral vision. He couldn't stand to look at it any longer. Oh how he loathed the bitch who cut it! He knew in his moral soul that she was only doing her job but, his selfish mind felt she deserved every nasty phrase he had thrown at her just an hour before.

 

The rest of his figure was covered in silks. His chest covered by one of those purposefully loose fitting silk shirts that had been intentionally unbuttoned to tease what was underneath. Silk dark slacks that cuffed the ankles covered his torso, and black ballet slippers fitted his feet. Fix that atrocious posture Malcolm. And don't look so pitiful. No ones to see such a vile face… Malcolm raised himself off the bar and took position, forcing a smile to his lips, though the result didn't look forced. He knew that his grandmother would tell him something like that is she still lived. She hated when he frowned. He got plenty a lashings as a child for even letting his face fall neutral in her presence. She always told his face was most hideous when he didn't smile...or rather when he unintentionally didn't smile, when a song called for a scowl she almost expected it to come without hesitation then. Candace Beauchêne’s philosophy was: ‘ Act as if the world is your stage. It's people is your audience. Never let them see you crack. ‘ that's why she saw it unfit to do anything but smile when off stage. When he was off stage he was still on. The show went with him even after the curtains fell. Though he sure his grandmother was rolling in her grave right about now. All thanks to that twit Lucas.

 

He couldn't find any reason to give a genuine smile around that little brat. That princess was nothing but a nuisance. A “ little girl “ who need to be told her place. Malcolm was the Alpha and Lucas was a mere Beta at best and yet that brunet acted as if...they were equals...Malcolm blinked. He then began to move across the wooden floors his gaze never leaving the figure within it. His arms swayed as he pranced and he soon halted after a leap into the air that brung him back to the ground. “ I could be faster. “ he growled and walked back to his starting position. He wasn't quick enough, his form wasn't straight enough. He needed to give more. The thought being perfect was almost like a high for the man. Perfection was the sweet satisfaction that he would one day reach. People said perfection was impossible for a mortal to achieve. Those people were weak.

 

He had did the routine once more, a bit quicker, and again Malcolm paused but for a different reason. His legs ached with a sharp pain and he hissed. The pain had come back again for the 5th time this week. He kept his pain a secret from his manager and he sure as hell didn't tell Lucas or Mina...His doctor told him that it was a result of overworking his body, due to working pass the feeling of fatigue. The medical professional had warned the dancer he was risking possible paralysis if he kept going like this. Malcolm told the man that he'd be fine, that he was bred to never crumble and the doctor gave him painkillers since he wasn't authorized to make Malcolm do anything the he didn't want to do. He reached for the white bottle on the floor and slipped two pills from it into his mouth and swallowed. He's be fine.

 

He made way for the meeting place...the cutesy little princess was already there. The man scoffed. “ Don't worry about me. Worry about not get swept up by the AC on stage, toothpick. “ he snarled, but as soon as those red curtains fell open, like a puppet his lips curled into a loving grin.

 

They danced to the music and Malcolm pretended as if his hatred for Mina was a distant trivial. Malcolm was always good at pretending. He danced, their requited “ love “ was a lie, deception. But when they danced, oh when the danced you would never know. Malcolm’s feet were light and his legs stayed straight as he twirled and spun about his partner. How he wished Mina would trip and fall. He wished she would make a fool of herself. The audience was his “ family “ not her’s. They were no one but his. Now he was expected to share them...share their attention with some plebeian who hardly put as much soul into her craft as he. No, Malcolm deserved their unwavering attention. Mina only ruined it.

 

The first song stopped and Malcolm stepped back, get onto a single knee. He gazed upon the figure that ran to him and easily he caught the other, standing quickly and slowly spinning her through the atmosphere. He stared into sapphire hues and emerald ones seemed hold a bit of exhilaration. He despised how his heart fluttered as they danced. How it slammed at his rib cage, before whimpering into a pittering calm. He dipped the other towards the floor beneath them then gripped her upper thigh teasing the skin just below her skirt, wrapping such a slender leg about his hip, leaning in close as the other hand held fast to her tiny waistline. The crowd cheered madly. Malcolm felt renewed. With sweet haste reeled her up until their chests made intimate touch and lightly he pressed his lips to the shell of her ear. The crowed screamed and howled. “ You could stand to move a bit fucking quicker string bean. “ he smirked and soon took a hold of her wrist. He twirled her about and then tilted her up again, making sure her legs wrapped about his waist. The song faded out. It was over.

 

With Mina back on the ground Malcolm bowed, before gesturing with a smile of royalty and a hand for the many ladies and gentlemen to clap for his partner. She deserved no clap, Malcolm thought, The Frenchman had did most the work. The curtains closed. Malcolm could still hear their cheers. “ And I’ve seen enough of your face today. “ he snorted and shoved Lucas away from him, being to walk back to the practice room so he could change before having to go out to signing.

[Morirp]

The terrible things that people had said to Mina all melted away when she danced with Malcolm, the one person she worked for the approval of more than anyone else; and the one person she was certain to never get it from. She worked harder and longer than most people did, dancing was the only thing that shut out the ringing sound of a million doubts. People at the dance academy had been cruel, women were always cruel. Polite to your face, but terrible behind your back, the worst thing to tell someone who was in ballet was that they were getting fat. Mina had heard that one constantly, she couldn't afford fat, he couldn't afford fat. The closest thing she'd ever gained to Malcolm's approval was acceptance as his permanent dance partner. It would have to do.

 

Mina let her body easily fall into their rhythm, it was the only thing they shared, only thing that was completely hers and completely his at the same time. She hated when his fingers moved over her bare legs, it always sent shivers down her spine, and after all this time she didn't think that that was going away. There was an electricity when they touched and neither of them liked admitting it. Mina let Malcolm take the lead as she was meant to - he was the only one she'd met to be strong enough to lead her. It didn't matter how good they were together she'd never admit that every time Malcolm mentioned her weight it nearly spiraled her back into a track of eating disorders. If she could afford to have Lucas' build perhaps she would, but it would ruin some things... that was for sure.

 

Her thoughts rushed her like a waterfall as the dance slowed to a close, her arm wrapping around Malcolm's neck as they went through the last series of motions, her eyes burning with the passion that was threatening to beat out of her chest. When her feet touched the ground again she let out a breath she had been holding for a fraction longer than she should have. She smiled a pure smile when it was time to bow, clapping for Malcolm as the curtain fell. When Malcolm left her alone on the stage she exhaled again. She hated dancing to their first song. Hated it. Remedy... held a hard place in her heart. It was the song she'd danced to during her first audition with Malcolm. Perhaps a small tribute to how she'd felt about Malcolm when they first met - like a god, like he was untouchable. Now that she knew him better she hated the way she had felt about him in those first few months.

 

Mina stood on the empty stage listening to people filter out, her mother was in the audience that night... her father hadn't seen her since Mina was born and Lucas died. His father could handle dancing, and most things, but he couldn't tolerate a son that was going to dress as a woman. The only kindness the man had given Lucas was that he promised not to expose to the world that he was Mina, and that Mina was a man. Bean pole, faggot, freak, nothing Mina worked herself hard to forget all the things she'd been called as a boy, as a girl as a boy... When the crowd had gone silent meaning everyone had walked out she finally walked off stage, someone was sent out to collect flowers that littered the floor. That night there had been a girls dance troupe in the audience so instead of changing like she usually did - she went right out to the crowd. They cheered, a roar that hit her in the stomach and made her smile though her insides faced a bit of turmoil. She couldn't address her mother until the rest of the crowd left - lest anyone find out her secret.

 

She didn't get behind the signing table, something she commonly ignored unlike Malcolm. She found that you could connect better to your audience when they could hug you, ask you questions. That night she specifically clapped her hands and raised attention. She brought the dance troupe forward and hugged them all, then asked if they'd like a picture. She was the crowds starlet, and in the dancing world she was considered the crowd favorite every time. She had form that you couldn't take your eyes off of. The girls squealed at the opportunity and Mina got them to line up with her and get into a dance position they liked. They took a silly dance picture, and a serious picture. When the photos were done they each got a signed picture of Mina. After that she took to shaking hands - signing programs - smiling with the people that praised her. It was the only thing that managed to erase her self doubt, the terrible things that people had told her growing up.

 

Lucas ignored when the crowd cheered again - signalling that that princess of a dance partner of Mina's had come out at long last. She kept shaking hands and talking to people till it was time to take a few courtesy shots with Malcolm. She walked up to the table and extended her hand - always polite, always gentle, always smiling in front of the cameras. "Come on Malcolm, lets take a few pictures for everyone together." She smiled at him with her pure, charming light despite the fact that she'd rather throw up on his silk shirt than take a picture with him.

[CherryBlossomTea]

Malcolm was back at the mirror, which seemed routine for someone like. Someone who cared more about his image and the reputation he held than much else. He stared at his reflection for a long while. " It was only meant to be us...I promised you it would only be us... " he whispered, fingers going to brush against the glass. Mina ruined everything. Lucas was but a stain that he couldn't get rid of! This was Malcolm's stage, his life, his dream and his grandmother's...He slaved to be the best. Knew nothing else but dance as a child. That's what his grandmother had trained him for, she trained him so wouldn't shame the family, but he was doing just that by hitting a plateau. Oh Malcolm you look so handsome as you dance with Mina. Oh Malcolm where's your girlfriend Mina I bet she's lonely without you... blah blah blah. It was as if Malcolm was no longer a human in the public's eyes, he wasn't his own person. No he was Malcolm the Prince of Dance who loved his Mina. This was never to supposed to happen and he cursed his younger years, he cursed his past self for ever agreeing to dance with that leech. He had ruined everything...

 

Slippers came off and on came some simple dress shoes. Feet then carried Malcolm back to his crowed, and as they cheered he gave the lightest of smiles. No one in his family had came to the preformance and that seemed to be the norm. His father always too busy with work, even now when his son was an adult the man couldn't find time to see Malcolm's performances. His mother never liked him dancing. She was a strict old time catholic woman. She believed dancing was a devil's activity, that is was a gate way for Lucifer to claim you heart. Have you seen what happens to those dancers Malcolm? How they now depend of drugs and the high of there own ego just to exist? They have lost touch with the lord, and I will let know son of mine do the same... She had failed in getting him to stop dancing and that was thanks to grandmother. He sighed. He hardly care if his parents showed, or at least that what he told himself, his nana was here in spirit. That's all he needed.

 

The man stepped down to his people, and shook his head as they roared forth all there compliments. " Please no more. I am grateful for your loyalty, but Mina is the star, I am simply her shadow. " he chuckled and that only seemed make them cry out louder. That's how Public Malcolm always was, coy and humble, shy even. Public Malcolm believed that he always had something to improve upon, which wasn't far from Real Malcolm he guessed. He slowly stepped forward and gave a warm smile to Mina, taking her hand and pulling her close, but making sure not to cover her face. " Yes let's my dear. " he spoke softly. The first he just held her, the second he kissed the woman's temple. " Up we go. " he snickered and lifted her into the air.

 

This was his life. His world had to revolve around Mina wether he wanted it to or not. He was trapped.

[Morirp]

Mina had caught what he'd said from behind her, he called her a star but she knew that he didn't believe that. He knew that Malcolm would trip Mina if he got a chance and send her career to the depths with an injury. Injuries meant death in this business unless you reached stardom first. you had to be the best of the best if you wanted to make sure your career didn't end with you falling from your own pedestal. It was a ruthless, difficult business; but the love of dance and the rewards bestowed on those good enough to earn them were worth the sacrifices, the challenges. Most dancers didn't have time for families, or lovers. People thought Mina and Malcolm were so lucky because they had dance and they had each other. They were wrong, Malcolm hadn't approved of Mina for a second of their entire career together... it still served to disgust Lucas how much he wanted to impress Malcolm when she first met him.

 

Mina blushed when Malcolm pulled her close, he was either in a very good mood, or a very bad one. Even when they took public pictures it always took Mina by surprise when he was so affectionate. The kiss to her temple, and then the sudden anouncement of the lift - everyone got their cameras ready, and up she went. It was good she'd stayed in her dance gear then, sometimes lifts like this were difficult in common clothes. She posed as he held her up, and she smiled as she was brought down. It was a night for hamming it up for the public anyways, after all the scouters had been in the audience. As she was brought down Lucas locked eyes with Malcolm again. What a jerk. Her arms slipped around Malcolm's neck as the tips of her ballet shoes touched the floor and she shifted her weight off of Malcolm, easily embracing the man for a few flashes of pictures.

 

When she pulled away she smiled bright, thanking the troupe of girls one more time and telling them to keep going. They presented her with a dance schedule and she promised she would make one that year. The thing was Mina meant it. Later that night she'd be scheduling when she could go. Finally the people were ushered out and the hall was empty again. Mina's shining light dimmed a bit as the doors shut - knowing Malcolm would be Malcolm again in moments. "Thanks for coming." She spoke quietly, not bothering to look at Malcolm and face his ridicule that moment. She walked back to her dressing room with her mother and made the quick transformation to Lucas. It was only once he'd gotten pants on that his manager knocked announcing he needed both Lucas and Malcolm. Lucas asked if he needed to change back into his... outfit and the man shook his head.

 

He apologized to his mother and she smiled saying she would meet him for dinner later that week before she left. Lucas was confused but he hurried along to finish getting dressed. He snuck out of Mina's dressing room and down the hall to Malcolm's dressing room where they would meet. He knocked softly, his hair now down and falling into his face - his glasses on and a lose fitting black sweater. Lucas was shorter than Malcolm now that he was in normal shoes, but despite the fact that he passed for a woman - he really looked quite nice as a man, ice blue eyes hiding behind his hair. He remembered briefly the kiss to his temple, and he blushed trying not to think about it. He hated Malcolm and quickly his face fixed to a scowl.

[CherryBlossomTea]

“ Whatever. “ Why was this pest thanking him? Malcolm hadn't come for him, he came for the crowd. For his people and to be praised. Matter the fact why was Lucas even opening that mouth of his in his direction in the first place? The curtains had closed there was nothing left more to say. Malcolm rolled his eyes and took the long way back to his dressing room, just so he wouldn't have to walk side by side with Lucas.

 

As he walked he hummed the song they had just danced to. Such a sweet song that held such toxic. That day was what? Nine years ago? The day Mina had came into his life. The day she had taken his career by the throat and has held of hostage since. Remedy...more life tragedy. That better described his relationship with Mina, a disgusting travesty.

 

He stepped into his room, and locked the door. He needed to relax. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the ground, then his shoes and last his pants and briefs. He even brazened a tug at the band that held together his hair, and allowed his long longs to fall again the upper back. He stepped over to the back room, slipping into the compartment. He had demanded a lavish bathroom be installed into his room, this included a hot tub looking bathtub.

 

It wasn't long before Malcolm was inside it, jets on and soaking in all the warmth and cleansing suds. He closed his eyes, until he heard a knock on the door. “ Who the fuck- “ he growled and shot up out of the water. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he stomped to the door, and flung it open. “ Of course it's you...what the hell do you want blind mouse? “ he huffed, body still dripping in watery suds.

[Morirp]

Lucas winced at Malcolm's attitude, his face scrunching up in boarderline-rage. "Listen you polished turd, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to be." It was the first thing that came to his mind. His eyes caught a glimpse of Malcolm's body -he'd seen it a thousand times before but it never ceased to be amazing. Jasper wants to see us." Jasper, their manager, more like work-aholic had them constantly dancing, constantly on the road they were everywhere all the time it seemed. Lucas gave Malcolm a once over, dragging his eyes over that body before smirking, "You might dry yourself off first, give your career a pat down as well soggy."

 

With that Lucas turned and stomped down the hall, he'd been crass, but so had Malcolm. He didn't even know why he said those things to him though. Lucas' mum had always said that you needed to be kind to people, even when they were terrible to you, it was the right thing to do. Lucas even had sticky note on his mirror that said "Treat others as if they're just you, living a different life." Something he attempted to live by, but Malcolm managed to smash all his buttons with a hammer just by existing. Lucas wondered how much of it was the fact that at first he really had wanted to be close to Malcolm and he had been rejected so quickly, and completely.

 

Lucas wandered down the hall to where they would meet Jasper. Once Malcolm had joined them Jasper would grin that million dollar 'I'm going to make you two do something you don't want to do' smile. "You both have been invited to the international dance showcase and competition. You'll be traveling to London to compete and then after that you'll travel the world if you make the top five in the world. I've already bought the tickets so I won't take no for an answer."

 

Mina immediately spoke up "Hell. No. The last time we went on a small tour you made us share a room and everything!" Jasper interrupted. "Yes and you'll share it again, because people think you're a couple and it would be weird if you didn't share a room. I'll make sure there are two beds again." Lucas looked furious, his face contorted and turned red. "I refuse to spend another tour with his bullshit."

 

Jasper smiled a sick smile, "You'll go young lady, or you'll never dance again." It was the only threat that Mina responded to. The threat of exposure by one of the five people was a precipice she constantly stood on the edge of. Really it seemed strange - Malcolm could always expose her if he hated her so much.