Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I’m just doing my warm ups on the bar when that stupid irritant Courtney Ignatio and her extras – Josie, Maddie and Emma – come up to me.
“Ooh mae gawd. Em…there’s something…icky on the bar. Get it off so I can use it.” She complains in her usual nasal tone. The foursome snicker and Emma takes a step forward. Before Emma can say anything, I cut in.
“Ooh mae gawd. The things next to me are so stupid they don’t know how to get lost before I shame them like I did last time. You don’t want me to call your big sis Haley again do you…little ‘cootie’.” Her jaw drops open.
“How did you know about that?!! She called me that when I was three!! Shut up shut up shut up!!!” she screeches soo loud I swear some day she’ll smash the glass walls in the studio. Though I’m surprised she already hasn’t with her looks.
“Hey – I’m not the one screeching my head off. I think you need to go for therapy or something. Again.” Another little secret I learnt about Courtney from her sister, she used to be really insecure and went for therapy, after which she became this…crow.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UPPPPPPPPPP!!” when someone tapped her on the shoulder, she spun around so fast her raised hand slapped him right on the face.
Wait a minute. Him? This is a girl’s only dance room…OHMYGOD RYAN SHECKLER. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
“good morning girls.” Madame Giry is our dance instructor. She’s really old, but totally great at dancing, fair, and has a TOTALLY wicked sense of humor.
Last year, when Courtney was being a bitch (as usual) bragging about having lessons with some great (unknown) ballet teacher, she gave her an incredibly hard dance routine that she had to perform two days later. Obviously she failed and almost died of embarrassment.