The building had more stone in it than Leo was used to. Polysteel was in fashion combined with old world stucco for those buildings the community demanded look authentic. Even the building for the Bainsridge Ballet Company were he used to live had been refurbished outside and in. All history had been knocked away. Many of the other dancers grumbled about not walking the same halls as dancers before them. Leo had not minded. It had not, in fact, been enough change.
No, they may have had better lights and cleaner floors, but the company itself and its repertoire were still dated, traditional -- just old. Every inch Leo tried to edge them to something new, they would push back. He had to admit they had the dignity not to knock him back to the corps from from principal with those nudges.
Actually, that probably had more to do with his family than any grace on the directors' parts.
Another reason when he saw the touring company of the Rhydin Ballet he knew he found what he really wanted. They were fresh and different, and the way the talked after about all the different types of dance and music they were exposed to because of where they lived, Leo wanted to stow away on their ship. If it weren't for his girlfriend, his ex-girlfriend, he might have found a way to do it, too. That wouldn't have gotten him what he wanted though. The announcement of auditions three months later did. When he got news, Leo packed.
He didn't pack much. It was on his back in the duffel bag bumping against the crowd of passersby. Leo watched dancers, he could tell they were, going to a back entrance. The temptation to follow along tickled at the bottoms of his feet just like when he knew he was completely at one with a routine. With a laugh and a nod to that door, old chums they would be someday, he went in through the front and to a lone reception desk.
"May I help you?" asked an elderly man. He was dressed simply and had a busy map of veins dull blue beneath his skin.
Leo adjusted the duffel bag on his back so he could reach the side pocket. "Yes, I would like to audition for the director."
The man nodded and turned around a tablet on his desk to face Leo. "Auditions by appointment only. Open times are listed."
With a swift sweep of his gaze, Leo hunted for something that day. It was full, as was the next day. But the day after, there were a few openings. Leo picked the first morning one available. It meant his internal clock still on his old time would have to get up by five in the morning, but to the rest of Rhydin, it was going to be ten, and he was not going to lose any more time. He entered his name clearly: Leonard Sheldon.
"If you'll transfer your CV." The old man yawned on the acronym. It was near the end of his day.
With a fast zip and slip of paper out from the pocket, Leo offered, "Will they accept paper?"
Fingers took the page from him with a slow slide. "Sure, kid, sure." A stamp and a few numbers written across the top, the page was added to a folder on the desk. "Good luck." It was the first grin the man gave.
Leo smiled back and nodded. He took those wishes with him and stepped back out onto the busy sidewalk. "Now. Where am I going to stay?" He laughed at himself looking up and down the street. "Fantastic plan. Well, come on feet, let's see what we find."
No, they may have had better lights and cleaner floors, but the company itself and its repertoire were still dated, traditional -- just old. Every inch Leo tried to edge them to something new, they would push back. He had to admit they had the dignity not to knock him back to the corps from from principal with those nudges.
Actually, that probably had more to do with his family than any grace on the directors' parts.
Another reason when he saw the touring company of the Rhydin Ballet he knew he found what he really wanted. They were fresh and different, and the way the talked after about all the different types of dance and music they were exposed to because of where they lived, Leo wanted to stow away on their ship. If it weren't for his girlfriend, his ex-girlfriend, he might have found a way to do it, too. That wouldn't have gotten him what he wanted though. The announcement of auditions three months later did. When he got news, Leo packed.
He didn't pack much. It was on his back in the duffel bag bumping against the crowd of passersby. Leo watched dancers, he could tell they were, going to a back entrance. The temptation to follow along tickled at the bottoms of his feet just like when he knew he was completely at one with a routine. With a laugh and a nod to that door, old chums they would be someday, he went in through the front and to a lone reception desk.
"May I help you?" asked an elderly man. He was dressed simply and had a busy map of veins dull blue beneath his skin.
Leo adjusted the duffel bag on his back so he could reach the side pocket. "Yes, I would like to audition for the director."
The man nodded and turned around a tablet on his desk to face Leo. "Auditions by appointment only. Open times are listed."
With a swift sweep of his gaze, Leo hunted for something that day. It was full, as was the next day. But the day after, there were a few openings. Leo picked the first morning one available. It meant his internal clock still on his old time would have to get up by five in the morning, but to the rest of Rhydin, it was going to be ten, and he was not going to lose any more time. He entered his name clearly: Leonard Sheldon.
"If you'll transfer your CV." The old man yawned on the acronym. It was near the end of his day.
With a fast zip and slip of paper out from the pocket, Leo offered, "Will they accept paper?"
Fingers took the page from him with a slow slide. "Sure, kid, sure." A stamp and a few numbers written across the top, the page was added to a folder on the desk. "Good luck." It was the first grin the man gave.
Leo smiled back and nodded. He took those wishes with him and stepped back out onto the busy sidewalk. "Now. Where am I going to stay?" He laughed at himself looking up and down the street. "Fantastic plan. Well, come on feet, let's see what we find."