Kasper, the Unfriendly Ghost

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Socializing? - Emilia/Kasper

Tue, 08 Nov 2011 07:27:53 -0500

moonlite-wilis:

Emilia glanced from the GPS app on her phone and up at the sign for the coffee shop in front up her before glancing back down again. She frowned lightly, hesitant about going inside. She was 80% sure that this was the right place, but she was also hesitant about meeting Kasper there. He’d asked her, and she’d said yes because it would have felt odd otherwise. And she did like Kasper. He was a lovely dancer, and the only partner that had moved with her so well. But when it came to talking to him she always felt so tongue tied and nervous, and she was fairly certain that he thought she was a bit of an idiot.

She slipped her phone back into her purse before squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath, she could do being social. She was just a bit out of practice. But she could do this. She pushed the door open and strode inside looking around nervously. She felt herself smile a bit when she spotted him, she waved slightly before moving over to where he was standing behind a few people in line. “Good afternoon…” She gazed up at him curiously.

Kasper stood in line, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. He didn’t usually do social gigs, but out of courtesy he figured he should ask his leading lady out for coffee, at the very least. He arrived early, as per usual. Inside his pockets, he crossed and recrossed his fingers - a nervous tick he’d developed after he started taking antidepressants about a year ago. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of blonde coming in the door.

“Afternoon,” he replied, trying not to sound cold like he usually did. It wasn’t his intention to be an asshole, most of the time. Just when he was picking on Heiya. “Can I ask what you drink? It’s only polite for the gentleman to cover…tea? Is that what this meal would be called?” he asked with an inquisitive look. “Anyway. I’m covering your drink.” He shrugged and returned his gaze to the menu.

The line subsided, and Kasper authoritatively stepped up to the counter. “A vent Diablo for me thanks, dark coffee and the espresso run long and - for you?” he said, turning to Emilia.

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whatstheenpointe: David Bushman, 1988 North Carolina Dance...

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whatstheenpointe:

David Bushman, 1988
North Carolina Dance Theater

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jessssx26: so strong! love it

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jessssx26:

so strong! love it

Meetings -> Kasper & Emilia

Wed, 02 Nov 2011 00:43:40 -0400

moonlite-wilis:

kasper-ostergaard:

“If you don’t mind, Kasshole - Emilia - I’d like you to watch her move a little so you’ll stop being a dickbag. Em, do you mind if I throw on a little music from one of the other numbers and have you move to it? Someone can’t pull that stick out of his ass and be a nice person.” Heiya shot Kasper another look as he walked over to the iPod dock. A soft lullaby wove threads of sound in the air, and he stood back to watch her do her thing. She really was a beautiful dancer. Vincent Ashmore made a good decision when he selected her.

Kasper rolled his eyes and leaned against the mirror to watch. Sure, she settled into his flow just fine, but that was an extremely basic exercise. He wanted to see her move like she meant it. “Go on then, let’s see what you’ve got.”

Emilia glanced up at Heiya and blinked for a moment but didn’t object. She’d been asked to do this type of thing before and she never really minded. If it got her now apparent partner to stop making snide comments she was up for it, and she enjoyed just moving to music. She moved back a bit from the other two, giving herself room before letting her breathing even out as she got used to the slow soft music.

Soon she was moving, not really paying very much attention to what she was doing just going with how she felt. This made sense to her, it always had. There was a never ending list of things that confused her, Heiya’s assurance that she was just what he’d need for his show, Kasper’s apparent grudge against her, how her parents were unwilling to see that her little brother was amazing, why Starbucks felt that ‘small’ should be ‘tall’. But dancing always made sense, even when it was with someone like Kasper. But especially when it was on her own. She was controlled, but relaxed and she knew exactly how she wanted to move.

As the music faded she slowly stopped moving, taking a deep breath before smiling and turning to face the other two again. She always felt better after dancing.

He raised his eyebrows as he watched her move. Heiya’d made a good choice this time. She moved with her soul, not with some campy, choreographed, Fosse inspired step-turn-kick-jazz hands number that she learned in class on Tuesday from Miss Generic Competitive Dancer. She didn’t move like she was in rhinestones and crushed velvet. She moved like she was made of dancing, like it was somehow tangible and present, personified in front of him.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Heiya grinned, firing him a look of “I’m not gonna day I told you so…” and smirked before looking back at her. “Honey, honey that was be-you-tiful. Kas, stop being a dick in my ass, okay?” He glared for a second, then returned to Emilia. “So, now that my colleague has seen you move, I think we can start to properly work now.”

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lostanndfoundlove: Photography by: LILET FOTO

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lostanndfoundlove:

Photography by: LILET FOTO

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Meetings -> Kasper & Emilia

Sun, 30 Oct 2011 06:00:23 -0400

moonlite-wilis:

kasper-ostergaard:

Kasper made awkward eye contact with Heiya, who gave him a look of “I told you so”. Getting back into his headspace, he eased into her, swaying to the rhythm of their breathing for another minute, then gently stepped away. “Hey,” he nodded, “I think we’re good, Tiny Asian. Tell her about the piece.” He chewed his thumbnail, the thumb of his other hand looped in the waist of his sweatpants.

Heiya ignored him, but turned to Emilia. “The basis for this piece is…okay, there’s a poem called ‘Forget-Me-Not’, and it goes, ‘I tried to forget, but you grew roots around my ribcage, and sprouted flowers just below my collarbones. All day I pluck at their petals but I have not yet ascertained whether you love me or not.’ Now, the basic theme of the show is silence, but there’s a lot of stuff we’re doing with love and things growing, thus the poem. This duet is probably going to open the show. I’ve been working with the rest of the dancers for about a month, but because someone’s a bit of a dick, we’ve had to recast the female lead.” He coughed exaggeratedly. “More than once.”

Kasper shrugged, standing at ease. His feet were shoulder width apart, his hips set forward. Almost ignoring Emilia’s presence, he said, “Yoshii, we don’t need to talk about my issues with the other leads you picked…”

Heiya sent him a glare. “It’s a warning, not a discussion.”

He grinned impishly. This girl was surprisingly quiet. All the other leads Heiya had hired were small town competitive dance champions, and while they could move, they didn’t have the requisite soul for Kasper to play off of. She was oddly intriguing, but he was never one for conversation. The only person who could get him talking was Heiya.

“So…do you have choreography, or do you want us to improv it?” Kasper couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Breaking Heiya’s dancers was turning into a game. If he broke her, she’d be his fourth since the beginning of choreography for the show. Sure, it was cruel, but he took a little enjoyment in it. Emilia was just his next challenge.

Emilia stood pondering what Heiya had said as they spoke back and forth, she was running over the poem in her mind. She liked it, and the idea of dancing in silence was different but not unwelcome. It was just certainly different from any of her classical work, but she’d accepted the position because it was different. And Kasper seemed good enough at least.

She tilted her head at the mention of improv and glanced between Kasper and Heiya again, curiously. She waited for instruction as they all stood there, completely alright with either option.

“If you don’t mind, Kasshole - Emilia - I’d like you to watch her move a little so you’ll stop being a dickbag. Em, do you mind if I throw on a little music from one of the other numbers and have you move to it? Someone can’t pull that stick out of his ass and be a nice person.” Heiya shot Kasper another look as he walked over to the iPod dock. A soft lullaby wove threads of sound in the air, and he stood back to watch her do her thing. She really was a beautiful dancer. Vincent Ashmore made a good decision when he selected her.

Kasper rolled his eyes and leaned against the mirror to watch. Sure, she settled into his flow just fine, but that was an extremely basic exercise. He wanted to see her move like she meant it. “Go on then, let’s see what you’ve got.”