Jasper breathed in deeply as he entered the dingy dance studio of Hollybrooke High School. He reached his arms up towards the ceiling and a pleased smile came onto his face, painting over the scowl that had been there only a moment ago. This was where Jasper was in his element. Even being in the threshold of the room that contained magical wonders could make him feel like a lighter and happier person. Whether it was the dance studio or the stage of the school theater, he didn't care. So long as you let him run free in the only place he truly felt free. Jasper walked across the weathered plank floor to the cubbies, going through his routine of quickly stripping and dressing and preparing himself for a rigorous dance to help him release the frustrations the day had wrought on him. "Where is my slipper?" he mumbled to himself as he spun in a circle, attempting to find his shoe whilst making himself look dumber than he was. "Brown!" a voice yelled, echoing slightly off the walls of the room. He jumped and spun on his heel, a pink tinge coming to his cheeks. "Coach Hicks?" he said in slight confusion. What was the football coach doing in the dance studio with his dance instructor and... The star football player? What was going on? His eyes only took a fleeting glance at each man as they strode closer to him. Coach Hicks stopped and waited for his star, Ezekiel Smith, to reach his spot beside him. He clapped a hand down hard on his shoulder then shook him a bit. "Jasper, as you may know, this is Ezekiel. Best quarterback this school has seen," Coach Hicks complimented, looking straight at the football player. "But he cannot seem to control his anger. And he hasn't been playing well with the team for a while. So, I have decided, that he will no longer be playing ball until he can prove to me that he is capable of cooperation even in a scene he's not comfortable in... Literally. With that decision, I have also decided that YOU, Jasper Brown, will be teaching this young man how to act, dance, and whatnot to give a good performance on the stage," Coach Hicks finished, nodding. Jasper's mouth worked a few times as his eyes slid from the coach to the rather PO'd and annoyed football star. Ex football star, actually. "Coach," he started out but winced when his voice came out cracked. Jasper quickly cleared his throat and started again, this time avoiding all eye contact. "Coach, I don't know if I can do something like that. I barely have time to practice for myself and I don't want to make Mr. Scotts angry," Jasper said. "The only way you'll make me angry is if you don't do this. Ezekiel needs to learn something other than being violent and football so we decided that this was the best course of action. And that you were the one best suited for this job," Mr. Scotts, the dance instructor, interceded, taking a step forward and closing his arms over his chest.
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