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Jan. 4th, 2006 03:33 pmExcerpt from a story about a school for superhuman children. Just after mid-term they're having a talent show, with both students and teachers participating. This is the wining staff act.
Template and Eagle were wearing alternate versions of their regular outfits, trimmed down and otherwise modified for intensely athletic dancing. These were snug enough to reveal that both were in excellent physical shape. They went to the middle of the stage, turned to face each other and backed apart several strides. The music began, "Footloose," and they danced.
The routine had to be seen to be believed. Template and Eagle were all over the stage, bounding, spinning, strutting, occasionally dashing past each other, approaching but never actually touching. The maneuvers came from many sources, including the good, old-fashioned Jitterbug.
They had deliberately kept the sexual component low, since this was for a school event, but it was impossible to eliminate completely. The sheer sensuality of their graceful movements did more than daring costumes or overt posturing would have. So did their superhuman energy.
As the dance progressed it grew more acrobatic. At one point, they ran towards each other, with Template at the last moment bounding into a forward tuck and aerial somersault while Eagle dropped to his knees and slid below her.
And then, about halfway through, the singer shouted "You can fly!" and they soared into the air. They sailed past each other, turning to keep facing as they parted, reaching but not quite touching as the distance between them increased.
Gravity became irrelevant. They ignored common orientation, soaring through three dimensional space as they spun and tumbled and bounced from invisible walls. Now they did touch, often grabbing the hands or feet of their partner to send both hurtling in new directions, each dancer using their partner as a substitute for the now out-of-reach floor, to help with their changes in direction.
At the beginning of the crescendo they were facing each other, reaching out but hands not quite touching, upright barely above the floor. They rose slowly with the music, arms lifting; then as the music climaxed they performed a starburst maneuver, arcing over backwards and looping downwards. People watching were actually jumping up and down as they cheered and whistled.
Finally, the music ended. By what appeared to be sheer coincidence they were once again upright, just above the middle of the dance floor, facing each other and holding hands. They hovered rock solidly for a moment as the last notes faded; then sank down to the polished wood, turned and bowed.
The audience went wild. Several minutes went by before the pair could leave the stage and let the next contestants on.
Template and Eagle were wearing alternate versions of their regular outfits, trimmed down and otherwise modified for intensely athletic dancing. These were snug enough to reveal that both were in excellent physical shape. They went to the middle of the stage, turned to face each other and backed apart several strides. The music began, "Footloose," and they danced.
The routine had to be seen to be believed. Template and Eagle were all over the stage, bounding, spinning, strutting, occasionally dashing past each other, approaching but never actually touching. The maneuvers came from many sources, including the good, old-fashioned Jitterbug.
They had deliberately kept the sexual component low, since this was for a school event, but it was impossible to eliminate completely. The sheer sensuality of their graceful movements did more than daring costumes or overt posturing would have. So did their superhuman energy.
As the dance progressed it grew more acrobatic. At one point, they ran towards each other, with Template at the last moment bounding into a forward tuck and aerial somersault while Eagle dropped to his knees and slid below her.
And then, about halfway through, the singer shouted "You can fly!" and they soared into the air. They sailed past each other, turning to keep facing as they parted, reaching but not quite touching as the distance between them increased.
Gravity became irrelevant. They ignored common orientation, soaring through three dimensional space as they spun and tumbled and bounced from invisible walls. Now they did touch, often grabbing the hands or feet of their partner to send both hurtling in new directions, each dancer using their partner as a substitute for the now out-of-reach floor, to help with their changes in direction.
At the beginning of the crescendo they were facing each other, reaching out but hands not quite touching, upright barely above the floor. They rose slowly with the music, arms lifting; then as the music climaxed they performed a starburst maneuver, arcing over backwards and looping downwards. People watching were actually jumping up and down as they cheered and whistled.
Finally, the music ended. By what appeared to be sheer coincidence they were once again upright, just above the middle of the dance floor, facing each other and holding hands. They hovered rock solidly for a moment as the last notes faded; then sank down to the polished wood, turned and bowed.
The audience went wild. Several minutes went by before the pair could leave the stage and let the next contestants on.
