Post by Azaria on May 11, 2005 20:39:28 GMT -5
First Date Gitters
Orlando sprawled a glob of gel onto his palm and ran his fingers through his hair to give him his trade mark curls. He rinsed off his hands and grabbed his cologne, Curve, and sprayed it generously around his body. Orlando spent an hour and a half getting ready. He wanted everything to be perfect. Tonight was to be special. Every time he thought about it, his stomach fluttered with anticipation and nerves. He couldn’t believe what a great person his date was. She was so stunningly beautiful and was true to herself; not a fake.
Orlando Bloom, an LA college sophomore, was taking the lovely, graceful ballet dancer, Keira Knightley, on a date for the first time.
When he had first asked her out, he was so confident, his usual cocky self. Wow, if only his mother could see him now. In his entire dating career, Orlando never broke a sweat. He was always the charmer, giving out compliments, striking up a conversations; he was always the one trying to get the girls to open up and look past his devastatingly handsome features. Yeah, this girl was different.
~*~*~*~
Attending college close to home, Orlando was sucked into taking his five year old sister, Lucy, to ballet practice one after noon. His parents had called him earlier at his one bedroom apartment and asked him because both parent’s were stuck in traffic. Agreeing to take her, Orlando picked Lucy up from pre-k and helped her change in to her poofy pink tutu and laced up her ballet slippers. Then they were off, headed towards the community center.
Pulling into an open space in the parking lot, Orlando unbuckled his sister from the seat and helped her get down from his red doge ram by letting her jump into his arms. He swung her around, giggles filling his ears. He set her on one hip and grabbed her Barbie duffle bag. Rolling his eyes at the pink monstrosity, he flung it over his shouldered and closed the door.
“Are you gonna stay and watch me?”
Orlando looked down at his sister’s innocent face, “I’m sorry kiddo; I have to go.”
Her smile fell. “Ok.”
Walking into the center, Orlando and Lucy saw thirteen girls twirling about to classical music waiting for their teacher to arrive; chairs were set up off to the side and filled with parents who planned on staying to watch.
Wiggling out of his grasp, Lucy got down and ran off to join her friends. “I’ll see you later Lucy, you behave.”
“I will” she screeched as she ran, her friends chasing after her.
Feeling his sister was safe to be left, Orlando walked towards the door, ready to leave, when a beautiful woman, not much younger than he, walk through the double doors.
She was dressed in a black leotard that emphasized her bust line and outlined her soft curves, white hoes that showed off her shapely calves and a pale blue, flimsy skirt. Black ballet shoes adorned her feet. Her long brunette hair was wrapped tightly in a sophisticated bun. Wisps of baby hairs framed her natural tan face. Her eyes were the color of dark chocolate and her full, pouty lips were a healthy red. She wore no make-up or jewelry and yet still looked like an angel.
Orlando was yanked out of his trance by the sound of squealing, high pitched voices. “Keira!”
The woman, now identified as Keira, laughed warm heartedly and sauntered into the front of the class, her reflection bouncing off the dozen mirrors behind her.
“Hello, my little dancers,” Keira greeted and changed the classical music to a pre-approved hip-hop CD, “Are you all ready to stretch?”
Jumping up and down excitedly, the girls gathered in a circle with Keira in the middle and began their weekly routine.
Enchanted by the ballet instructor, Orlando found an empty chair in the back row. He watched as she stretched her muscles with ease, a smile on her face at all times. After stretching their legs, the group all stood up and rotated their shoulders to the beat.
The song ended and Keira pressed paused on the CD player with her remote. “Everyone feeling flexible enough to dance?” Keira asked the girls ranging from four to seven.
“Yes ma’am.” they chorused
“Good. Today, we’re going to run through the routine we learned last week and clean it up for the spring recital. Does everyone remember their part?”
A few yeses, no’s, and maybes filled the air. “I thought so.” She chuckled, “I will demonstrate it once, please pay attention because you all will be repeating it once I am finished.” Taking her stance, Keira cued the music by Felix Mendelssohn. A soft melody floated out of the speakers, captivating Orlando.
Keira lifted her body, as if she were weightless, onto the tips of her toes without effort. She pranced around, just as a graceful wood animal would. Throughout the entire song, Orlando’s eyes were glued to her form. She was absolutely stunning, but that wasn’t what drew her to him. It was something in her smile. Growing up as a child, Orlando learned to follow his instincts. There was something about this girl that made his blood boil with desire. He desired her, and it hasn’t even been an hour. He was in trouble.
The music faded and Keira’s breathing slowly returned to normal. “Alright ladies, I would seven of you in one row and the other seven in the back. I’ll count you off.” Keira ordered.
The children scattered around like cattle and once in place, Keira counted them off.
“Five, Six, Seven, Eight…”
~*~*~*~
“Great job! You all were fantastic. We got a lot accomplished in one hour. I’m very proud of each and every one of you.” As an after thought, Keira threw in there, “and not to mention, you all look so cute in your outfits.” She praised as the girls ran off into their momma’s arms.
Lucy walked over to Orlando and tugged on his shirt for him to pick her up. He bent over and wrinkled his nose, “Someone needs a shower when we get home.”
Lucy laughed, “I’m not stinky. You stayed?”
Orlando felt a tinge of gilt creep up into his system. He hadn’t planned on staying at all if Keira hadn’t walked in when she did. But Lucy didn’t need to know that. “Of course sugar plumb.”
His sister’s face cringed, “I’m not a sugar plumb; I’m a bunny.”
“A bunny? What kind of ballet would you be in to be a bunny?”
“I’m teaching the girls a ballet version of ‘A Mid Summers Dream.’ Hi I’m Keira Knightley, Lucy’s instructor.” Ky offered her hand.
Orlando, speechless, allowed the blond hair angel to take his hand in hers.
Lucy saw her brother’s reaction and decided to play with him. “Ky, this is Orlando, my brother. He’s single.”
Orlando’s eyes were about ready to bulge out at his sibling’s bluntness. “LUCY!” he scolded. Keira merely smiled in amusement.
“Kids say the darndest things; please excuse her.”
“It’s quiet all right Mr. Bloom.”
“Orlando.” He interjected.
A coy smile graced her lips. “Orlando. I’d like to inform you that with the spring recital coming up in a few weeks, I would like to double the practices to every Tuesday and Thursday from five to six. I hope that isn’t a problem.”
See you twice a week is no problem at all Orlando thought. “No, it’s fine. Classes end at two so I can bring her.”
Keira gave him one of her brightest smiles. “Great.” She turned and squatted eye level with Lucy, “See you Thursday, Remember to practice your pirouettes at home.”
“I will, I promise.”
~*~*~*~.
Orlando sprawled a glob of gel onto his palm and ran his fingers through his hair to give him his trade mark curls. He rinsed off his hands and grabbed his cologne, Curve, and sprayed it generously around his body. Orlando spent an hour and a half getting ready. He wanted everything to be perfect. Tonight was to be special. Every time he thought about it, his stomach fluttered with anticipation and nerves. He couldn’t believe what a great person his date was. She was so stunningly beautiful and was true to herself; not a fake.
Orlando Bloom, an LA college sophomore, was taking the lovely, graceful ballet dancer, Keira Knightley, on a date for the first time.
When he had first asked her out, he was so confident, his usual cocky self. Wow, if only his mother could see him now. In his entire dating career, Orlando never broke a sweat. He was always the charmer, giving out compliments, striking up a conversations; he was always the one trying to get the girls to open up and look past his devastatingly handsome features. Yeah, this girl was different.
~*~*~*~
Attending college close to home, Orlando was sucked into taking his five year old sister, Lucy, to ballet practice one after noon. His parents had called him earlier at his one bedroom apartment and asked him because both parent’s were stuck in traffic. Agreeing to take her, Orlando picked Lucy up from pre-k and helped her change in to her poofy pink tutu and laced up her ballet slippers. Then they were off, headed towards the community center.
Pulling into an open space in the parking lot, Orlando unbuckled his sister from the seat and helped her get down from his red doge ram by letting her jump into his arms. He swung her around, giggles filling his ears. He set her on one hip and grabbed her Barbie duffle bag. Rolling his eyes at the pink monstrosity, he flung it over his shouldered and closed the door.
“Are you gonna stay and watch me?”
Orlando looked down at his sister’s innocent face, “I’m sorry kiddo; I have to go.”
Her smile fell. “Ok.”
Walking into the center, Orlando and Lucy saw thirteen girls twirling about to classical music waiting for their teacher to arrive; chairs were set up off to the side and filled with parents who planned on staying to watch.
Wiggling out of his grasp, Lucy got down and ran off to join her friends. “I’ll see you later Lucy, you behave.”
“I will” she screeched as she ran, her friends chasing after her.
Feeling his sister was safe to be left, Orlando walked towards the door, ready to leave, when a beautiful woman, not much younger than he, walk through the double doors.
She was dressed in a black leotard that emphasized her bust line and outlined her soft curves, white hoes that showed off her shapely calves and a pale blue, flimsy skirt. Black ballet shoes adorned her feet. Her long brunette hair was wrapped tightly in a sophisticated bun. Wisps of baby hairs framed her natural tan face. Her eyes were the color of dark chocolate and her full, pouty lips were a healthy red. She wore no make-up or jewelry and yet still looked like an angel.
Orlando was yanked out of his trance by the sound of squealing, high pitched voices. “Keira!”
The woman, now identified as Keira, laughed warm heartedly and sauntered into the front of the class, her reflection bouncing off the dozen mirrors behind her.
“Hello, my little dancers,” Keira greeted and changed the classical music to a pre-approved hip-hop CD, “Are you all ready to stretch?”
Jumping up and down excitedly, the girls gathered in a circle with Keira in the middle and began their weekly routine.
Enchanted by the ballet instructor, Orlando found an empty chair in the back row. He watched as she stretched her muscles with ease, a smile on her face at all times. After stretching their legs, the group all stood up and rotated their shoulders to the beat.
The song ended and Keira pressed paused on the CD player with her remote. “Everyone feeling flexible enough to dance?” Keira asked the girls ranging from four to seven.
“Yes ma’am.” they chorused
“Good. Today, we’re going to run through the routine we learned last week and clean it up for the spring recital. Does everyone remember their part?”
A few yeses, no’s, and maybes filled the air. “I thought so.” She chuckled, “I will demonstrate it once, please pay attention because you all will be repeating it once I am finished.” Taking her stance, Keira cued the music by Felix Mendelssohn. A soft melody floated out of the speakers, captivating Orlando.
Keira lifted her body, as if she were weightless, onto the tips of her toes without effort. She pranced around, just as a graceful wood animal would. Throughout the entire song, Orlando’s eyes were glued to her form. She was absolutely stunning, but that wasn’t what drew her to him. It was something in her smile. Growing up as a child, Orlando learned to follow his instincts. There was something about this girl that made his blood boil with desire. He desired her, and it hasn’t even been an hour. He was in trouble.
The music faded and Keira’s breathing slowly returned to normal. “Alright ladies, I would seven of you in one row and the other seven in the back. I’ll count you off.” Keira ordered.
The children scattered around like cattle and once in place, Keira counted them off.
“Five, Six, Seven, Eight…”
~*~*~*~
“Great job! You all were fantastic. We got a lot accomplished in one hour. I’m very proud of each and every one of you.” As an after thought, Keira threw in there, “and not to mention, you all look so cute in your outfits.” She praised as the girls ran off into their momma’s arms.
Lucy walked over to Orlando and tugged on his shirt for him to pick her up. He bent over and wrinkled his nose, “Someone needs a shower when we get home.”
Lucy laughed, “I’m not stinky. You stayed?”
Orlando felt a tinge of gilt creep up into his system. He hadn’t planned on staying at all if Keira hadn’t walked in when she did. But Lucy didn’t need to know that. “Of course sugar plumb.”
His sister’s face cringed, “I’m not a sugar plumb; I’m a bunny.”
“A bunny? What kind of ballet would you be in to be a bunny?”
“I’m teaching the girls a ballet version of ‘A Mid Summers Dream.’ Hi I’m Keira Knightley, Lucy’s instructor.” Ky offered her hand.
Orlando, speechless, allowed the blond hair angel to take his hand in hers.
Lucy saw her brother’s reaction and decided to play with him. “Ky, this is Orlando, my brother. He’s single.”
Orlando’s eyes were about ready to bulge out at his sibling’s bluntness. “LUCY!” he scolded. Keira merely smiled in amusement.
“Kids say the darndest things; please excuse her.”
“It’s quiet all right Mr. Bloom.”
“Orlando.” He interjected.
A coy smile graced her lips. “Orlando. I’d like to inform you that with the spring recital coming up in a few weeks, I would like to double the practices to every Tuesday and Thursday from five to six. I hope that isn’t a problem.”
See you twice a week is no problem at all Orlando thought. “No, it’s fine. Classes end at two so I can bring her.”
Keira gave him one of her brightest smiles. “Great.” She turned and squatted eye level with Lucy, “See you Thursday, Remember to practice your pirouettes at home.”
“I will, I promise.”
~*~*~*~.
