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Saturday 12th October 2024
Wildbreak's heart was in his mouth as he walked into the studio. It had been an unnerving few days and he had absolutely no idea if he had gotten the part he'd auditioned for. He had spent the week trying not to think about it, either studying or finalising college applications, applying for scholarships along side. Most of the time, ballet hadn't been considered a sport and he had to apply under the extra-curricular scholarships, which often got you less money and were less likely to be accepted. It was really frustrating. If breakdancing could be considered an Olympic sport, surely ballet could. He dove into stretching and warm ups to clear his head, still wearing his headphones, so he didn't hear when Nautica snuck up on him.
"Hey Breaky!"
"Fuck! Don't scare me like that." He jumped so violently he wouldn't be surprised if his skin had been left behind.
"Hey, don't swear with children around!" She scolded.
"Sorry."
"You were in a world of your own huh? Nervous about the parts?"
"Yeah..."
"You did great!" Slipstream had joined them now, Moonracer following behind.
"Absolutely, you'll definitely get a main role." Moonracer nodded.
"Okay guys! I have the results from the auditions!" Chromia called.
She and Velocity were stood at the front, each holding an important looking clipboard.
"As you know, we work with two other ballet schools in the city to run these performances," Velocity reminded them, "and we split the main parts between the oldest dancers who audition."
"All four of our eldest dancers who auditioned; that's Moonracer, Slipstream, Nautica, and Wildbreak, have main roles. Well done!" Chromia smiled.
The younger students cheered and clapped for them. Chromia waited for silence.
"Moonracer, you will be Fortinbras."
It wasn't uncommon for male characters to be played by women in ballet, due to a low number of ballerinos. Wildbreak had predicted that Hamlet, the ghost of his father, Laertes, and Claudius would be the roles reserved for the ballerinos.
"Slipstream, you will be Rosencrantz. Nautica, you will be Guildenstern," Chromia continued, "Wildbreak, you will be Ophelia."
What. What?
"Congrats dude!"
The others were clearly ecstatic for him because he was going to be one of the main characters, but he was still in shock. In what world did a ballerino be given the prima ballerina role, a position with high competition that he hadn't even auditioned for, in a play with very few female characters that clearly had good ballerinas to give the role to? It wracked his brain for the whole training session afterwards, until he could speak to Chromia and Velocity about the decision.
"Excuse me," He timidly walked up to them as they were stood packing up the speaker, "but why have I been chosen for the prima role, when I'm not a woman? Surely there's someone else who could do it better?"
"Wildbreak, I've known you for years. You're a very good ballerino and deserve a challenging role to play." Chromia smiled her warm smile again, "As one of the elder dancers, you know how competitive the roles are, with each school being given one main character to choose a dancer for. This time, Ophelia was the most desired by all the older ballerinas auditioning, but we argued with the other coaches that we should give it to you and they accepted. You know why?"
He shook his head.
"They loved your portrayal of the White Rabbit in the summer. They agreed you have the right amount of daintiness and poise for a female role and your graceful, softer approach to your dances in July were perfect for Ophelia. If you don't want the role, we can offer it to one of the girls but you deserve it."
"Okay, thank you." Wildbreak had felt himself flushing more and more as Chromia went on, biting at the inside of his cheek.
"No problem," Velocity nodded, "and if any of the girls from the other troupes give you bother come the winter rehearsals, let us know. We'll talk to their coaches."
"Absolutely," Chromia Agreed.
"Also, if you get approval for your scholarships and need some extra training for your performance piece let us know, we'd be more than willing to help." Velocity continued.
"Oh, thank you very much, I will." Wildbreak smiled sheepishly before walking away to change out of his pointes and pull his joggers and hoodie on.
After an hour or so in the gym with Slipstream, he headed home to see his da baking in the kitchen, the smell of fresh brownies filling his nostrils.
"Mmm smells good." He stated.
"Wildbreak!" Breakdown pulled him into a floury hug, "How did it go?"
He felt another set of arms wrap around him.
"Yes, do tell." Knockout said.
"I didn't get the role I auditioned for."
"Oh I'm sorry darling." Breakdown frowned, southern drawl poking through.
"But..."
Knockout stared at him hopefully, "Go on."
"I did get the role of Ophelia."
Knockout squealed, "Oh my god I'm so happy for you! Being given the prima role as a ballerino when you didn't even audition for it is amazing!"
"Those snobby trust fund girls in the city must be fuming!" Breakdown cackled.
"Da, that's unfair. But yeah," Wildbreak sighed, "Chromia and Velocity said to tell them if the others give me grief for it."
"You will definitely get targeted for it during group rehearsals, but give them nothing back and you'll be fine." Knockout assured.
"Ophelia is absolutely one of every ballerinas dream roles. It's right up there with Aurora and Giselle. I'm happy I have it, but the fact that it's been given to a ballerino might spark some controversies." Wildbreak groaned.
"So you show them how well you can do it." Breakdown nodded triumphantly.
"Thanks dad."
"No worries. Now go have a shower and you can have fresh brownies and ice cream when you're done." Breakdown grinned.
Wildbreak rushed to the bathroom at that.
"What film do you want to watch?" Knockout called.
"A Knights Tale!"
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Monday 14th October 2024
Dragstrip was late to the library for the tutoring session as a substitute teacher for English had made them all stay behind until everyone was up to date on the novel they were reading. It was very annoying. He'd been sat around for twenty minutes doing nothing. He said as such to Wildbreak as he sat down.
"No worries." His voice sounded brighter.
Dragstrip gave him a once over. He was clearly sleeping better, wasn't fidgeting as much, and smiling more often. He was doing better and looked much happier than usual.
"You look pleased about something. What happened?" He prompted.
"I got the prima ballerina role in next years summer show." Wildbreak's excitement radiated off him like light, the pure energy beaming from his genuinely happy smile practically blinding him. Fuck it was cute and made him look ten times more good looking.
"Holy shit that amazing!" Dragstrip smiled back, "well done, I'm happy for you."
"Thanks. Oh, and my dads said I could go with you to the city on Friday," Wildbreak turned sheepish, looking away to get his notes.
"That's great! I'll let the others know. You'll love them."
Wildbreak smiled again, "Immunity, right?"
"Huh?" Dragstrip faltered.
"Todays work."
"Oh yeah, sorry."
"You seem distracted today. Everything alright?" Wildbreak frowned at him, and man did that concerned expression make him look hot.
He tried not to imagine his brow creasing in concentration that same way as he fuc--
NOT THE TIME FOCUS
"Uh yeah I'm good, just tired. I have a taekwondo comp in November I'm doing extra training for."
Wildbreak smiled again, "Oooo cool, don't tire yourself out too much okay? Lets get started."
"Yeah, give me a run down without your notes."
When he got home that night, Wildbreak thought about how cute Dragstrip looked when he was flushed. His cheeks had turned a beautiful dusky pink a couple times during their session and the bashfulness and aversion to eye contact had been adorable to see. He hoped he'd show up tired more often if that's what he looked like. Wildbreak also got a nice long look at dragstrips waist when his tee shifted enough to accentuate the difference in width between his hips and upper body, getting a glance at his abs through the fabric in places too. God he was hot. He'd hung out with Moonracer, Slipstream, and Nautica on Sunday to celebrate their roles in the show and Wildbreak had gotten a little too into talking about he and Dragstrips hang out at the mine. They had teased him for it relentlessly. But it was the truth. He was down bad.
That evening after he had gone to bed, his mind had replayed how handsome Dragstrip had looked in the sunset, the glow of the sky reflecting in his eyes and highlighting the sharp contours of his jawline and cheekbones, the way he had sprawled on the floor, legs slightly apart and his thighs pushing against his pants fabric, and his cocky, crooked smile that made him melt whenever it was flashed his way. Wildbreak wasn't someone who often masturbated, but he couldn't help the arousal and found himself more eager to touch himself that he'd ever been before. He had felt a little ashamed afterwards, but he hadn't ever cum that hard before, biting his own bicep so he wouldn't make too much noise. He was so down bad.