It's your turn to fly

Time and date: 17:12, December 30th
Place: The King Quarter’s theater
Weather: Slight snow
Outfit: White sweater, black pants and black shoes.
Dedicated to: @Laila

It was cold outside, so James and his crew sat with a cup of tea each. The had been working for more than eight hours now, with ballerinas coming in, showing their shit-potential and get a ‘no thank you’. Like always, James was a tough one to please. He had had an audition earlier this month, but as the weeks passed, he told more and more of the hired ballerinas to pack their shitty junk and leave. He didn’t have time for their bullshit. They had to be able to preform and dance approximately eight hours a day – no exception.
All of his assistans sat nicely, with their feet on the ground, and noted whatever came out of James’ mouth. The incubus instructor sad with his legs up on the table in front of him, studying the amateur. “Attitude!”  James said as a comment, in hope that the so-called ballerina would give him more attitude with her movements. “Let this section travel more,”  he sneered, narrowing his eyes. “Drop your hip,”  he said, and put his legs down to the ground, ready to move.
The witch next to him, put a gentle hand upon his in hope that the girl would be able to get a chance to work with the critique he gave, “Jame-”
“Shut up, Odessa, she had her chance,”  he mumled and got up from his chair and started approaching the dancer with a paper in his left hand. “Hip!”  he repeated, with his eyes glued to the dancers hip. He walked up the small stairs to the scene she danced on. “Drop your hip,”  this was her last chance – and she didn’t take it. “Out!”  he raised his voice a bit as the dancer quickly stopped what she was doing, gathered her junk and ran down the stairs with tears in her eyes.
James sighed, looked at his watch, before he looked at the paper in his hand. “Alright…”  His eyes glansed over the names. “Nelson L. Y.,”  he called and looked towards the stairs. He wasn’t going to sit down yet. His blood was boiling from the brat who had only just left the stage. He certainly hoped that whatever this girl had in store was better than what he had just seen.

Outfit + Hair is up.
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She was stil recovering a bit from the down fall in the cabin two days ago. She was just lucky that by the end Zachary had been able to heal her. Laila had been so afraid that she would never dance anymore, but here she was waiting for her turn to preform. Laila knew the fears of never been able to dance again, and she sure was going to use that feeling this afternoon. By the people who had already tried out, it seemed like this James was serious. There was only room for the best, but she could help but feel the knot of nervousity hitting her in the stomach. Unlike most of the ballerina's from Laila's class that tried out, Laila had been busy watching his old videos, she had always been a good student, so when it came to prepare herself - she always indented to do it to perfection. She went back to the area a few hours later, still seeing all the nervous classmates almost killing themselves before they had the chance to preform. She swore she even saw someone cry. Laila took a deeper breath in, watching the one who was in now. She could see he was serious, just by looking at his face. Out, even Laila blinked a bit in shock. Laila stood up as her name were mentioned and took a deeper breath in. She wasn't here to waste his time and quickly went up on the stage. She didn't waste a second before getting into position, clearly not there to waste time. Laila took a deeper breath in, and waiting on her signal before getting started. The angel's foundation had always been quite good, and made her form quite good. She simply followed the choreography that they had learned, but she wanted to surprise, she wanted the thrill and for them to feel just how she was feeling sometimes. Like a hurricane.

James eyes fell on the girl who got up on the scene. He studied her look, and appreciated that she seemed prepared. She was wearing a delicate black suit, with some classic white, thick stockings, and her hair was tied up nicely. Most girls hadn't done anything in particular with their hair, but it seemed like this girl already knew he wanted to see her whole body; which meant no hair should cover her beautiful, delicate skin. He crossed his arms as she got into position. He gave his assistances a half glance, so they could give Laila a que, so she could start. He took a couple of steps away, without looking out for his feet. His eyes was like pinned to the angel. She had practiced and almost seemed like a natural talent. "Don't be dragged by the tempi," he said watching her tempi. He folded one hand above the other watching her. He was quite satisfied with the way she moved. "Alright," he complimented, "More," he added shortly after. Being an instructor, he absorbed everything she did and they way she told the choreography. He enjoyed it and let a slight smile appear on his lips.
He let her continue to the end, with no comments until she finished. Not being able to keep his ability from her mind, he looked into her memories. She had been training a lot, been hard on herself and studied her own past mistakes. Shortly after he had been watching some of her memories. He started to feel overwhelmed and shut his ablllity off. She had a massive mind herself, which made him wonder.
"Your footwork needs refining, young lady. But I sense a storm coming..." he said and approached her slowly - as the 'actor' he was, he didn't sound amused. He let his left hand close around his chin. "You got a lot of potential; which means... You're in," he said with a slight smile on his lips. He turned away from her to look at the ballerinas who was standing in line to be next. "It's been a long day. Come again tomorrow," he said and gave them a light handgesture, to tell them to get out of his sight. He lifted his paper once, while he turned around on his heels. "Name's Laila, right?" he asked and put his paper down, crossing his arms. ""Are you busy this evening?" he asked and subtly waved with his hand to show his assistances that they should leave. It didn't take long before they got up and collected their things. The witch who had tried to calm him down, took a little longer, trying to keep an eye on whatever James was planning. He knew, that the witch knew what things he was thinking of.