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Post by audrey juniper carver on Dec 18, 2016 18:32:53 GMT -5
![](http://i68.tinypic.com/2ho8awj.jpg) It was easy for Audrey to think she was in love. She fell hard for those who made simple gestures of kindness. That romantic streak a mile wide meant her foolish heart had broken too many times to count. Sometimes it only took a bit of ice cream and an old movie to stitch the pieces back together again, and to remind Audrey that she shouldn’t have fallen in the first place. Other times it took more than that. The last time it had taken weeks and weeks of self-loathing, spending a small fortune on Ben and Jerry’s, and avoiding every soppy movie and book she typically adored. Her heart had been truly broken despite knowing that it had been a bad choice from the very first flutter of butterflies in the pit of her stomach. For a romantic she was not lucky in love. She made bad choices, jumped in the deep end both feet first and typically came up thrashing and in need of a life preserver. The only time she came close to a happy ending was if her character had been written one. None of that stopped her from believing though. Every time she was knocked down she managed to get back up, albeit a little bit bruised and scratched for it.
She used that pain when she needed to for the stage. Audrey hadn’t lived a painful life full of grief. Her heartache was all she had. She came from a loving family who wished her the best each time she mentioned an audition, and who drove down to the city whenever she had a new role. Audrey had a whole life of wonderful memories, and she hoped for a lifetime more. She was an optimist who believed wholeheartedly in happy endings, even if she was surrounded by negative people who oozed cynicism. Thankfully, there was very little of that in the theatre business because no one could go far if they were drowning in doubt and pessimism. However, there was plenty of it in the rest of the city. The concrete jungle was home to plenty who didn’t believe in the fairy tale endings like Audrey, and they were quick to knock those who craved that happiness to the ground. Maybe they were jealous, or maybe they thought it foolish and stupid. Whatever their reasoning, Audrey did her best to avoid their dark, crushed spirits. She had no need for them in her life.
Audrey might have danced on the stage, but those routines were choreographed and perfect. Dancing with Greyson was relaxed, but came without the clumsy, awkward nature that typically accompanied any dancing away from her day job. They flowed around that dance floor with ease and momentum. Audrey smiled up at him the whole time they spun and stepped around the floor, enjoying the dance too much just like that to try and make any small talk. A soft chuckle escaped her ruby red lips and her smile turned wicked. “Show me what you’ve got, good sir.” She teased, relaxing ever so slightly into his hold. Butterflies danced to life in her stomach with excitement of where this moment was going.
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Post by Greyson Wesley Drozdov on Dec 18, 2016 21:19:28 GMT -5
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In classical ballet, Greyson dealt with formal choreography daily. It was what made ballet so unique in the dance world, and a true art form all its own. He was used to the directors and ballet masters ensuring each step was carried out exactly as envisioned, with pointed toes and perfect lines. Those were the things that set apart the dance form from most others and made it even harder to achieve greatness in. It was a lot of rigid, strict technique that had been passed down between generations and translated into hundreds of complete shows. Taking on the challenge of mastering these moves while still making them his own was something Greyson loved, and he always tried to put his personality into little things as his signature. He was still completely uniform, as was often needed for ballet, but you could tell it was him dancing by a slight flick of his wrist or he way his toes landed. Years of practice taught him how to bend the rules and he enjoyed the daily challenge of making choreography his own. While ballet was as strict as dance came, Greyson still knew how to move without someone dictating his every step. It was a feeling deep inside his stomach and, as music played, it didn’t take him much to just let go and allow his body to move of its own accord. One of his favorite warm-ups before class was to put on his favorite song and work out the tensions straining his mind. Dancing allowed him a freedom that nothing else could, and getting to dance for fun only reminded him why he’d gotten into it in the first place. He rarely got to dance freely with a partner though, especially in a setting like with Audrey. With partner dancing in ballet, he was always running logistics in the back of his mind, ensuring his grips were correct or that his timing was in tune with the ballerina’s. It was all technique and faking emotions. Though simple and nowhere near as grand as performing on stage, dancing with Audrey was, by far, more fun. Greyson led her around the dance floor with ease, taking it slow to begin with. He could’ve had her up in the air and flying around without breaking a sweat, but he was here to enjoy himself and not worry about perfection. He was surprised how easy it was to keep up conversation with her; it felt natural and not forced at all, and Greyson couldn’t have asked for a better person to spend the night with. As the song changed, he couldn’t keep the smile off his lips at her answer. He pulled her just a little closer to himself and, with a dangerous sparkle in his eye, he picked up the pace of their dance to match the tempo of the music. Greyson led confidently with her in his arms, spinning her and stealing the dance floor as other couples stepped farther away to give the pair space. He didn’t need choreography to keep the dance going and instead focused on keeping everything flowing, his gaze on Audrey and a bright smile lighting his face while he moved them gracefully around the floor. Before long, the song was coming to its final notes and Greyson, always the gallant performer, gently swooped her back into a dip, their faces inches apart and his arms wrapped securely around her smaller form.
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Post by audrey juniper carver on Dec 23, 2016 14:31:09 GMT -5
![](http://i68.tinypic.com/2ho8awj.jpg) Away from Broadway, Audrey was not the disciplined actor. She was spacey and wandered about with her head in a far off land where anything was possible. Most days she was millions and millions of miles away from the skyscrapers and crowds of New York City. The moment she stepped off the stage and changed out of her fitted costume she was almost an entirely different being. People might think she only dreamt of being as talented as she was unless they had knowledge of the theatre. Audrey was excellent at remembering lines, and her voice was powerful and strong when she sang. She could own a stage with ease when the lights were shining hot on her. Take all of that away from her though and she seemed like another flaky dreamer with wide eyes and a heart that asked to be broken. Thankfully most of her friends were from the world of Broadway and they knew who she really was, so they didn't scoff and laugh when she said she was an actor, or that she had been in all these wonderful shows that had changed her life in some way or another. They knew she had no reason to lie because she was as good as she claimed to be. If she wasn't then there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that she would have landed an audition for her next role, never mind be offered the actual part.
Tonight was not about being better than anyone else though. If people were playing that game somewhere in the room then Audrey hadn't stumbled upon them. Then again she had barely left Greyson's side after fate seated them together. She spoke to others when they asked for her, and when they came over between the courses to say hello and ask her how things were going, but other than that she had been entirely engrossed in Greyson and what he had to say. Julliard felt like a lifetime ago in some ways, and in others she thought it was only yesterday. It had been all about work and training to be the best of the best then though. There was little time to relax and hang out having so much fun. Dancing always came with someone pointing out bad posture, or a loose elbow. There was no room to just enjoy the moment and the flow of the partner’s steps. Even now she was so used to every single step being choreographed.
Audrey smiled as Greyson pulled her closer and their dance changed. If she had noticed people moving out of the way to give them space on the dance floor then she might have felt a smidge awkward about it, but she was too caught up with Greyson to do so. His hands on her body sent sparks shooting through her. She followed his steps with simple ease, keeping her body close to his as they moved. When he dipped her for the grand finale, she laughed warmly and let her eyes remain fixed on his. “And that’s probably why they shouldn’t invite professionals to these things.” She joked softly, still dipped, as one of her hands moved to his neck and her fingers absently began curling into the hair there.
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Post by Greyson Wesley Drozdov on Dec 29, 2016 18:57:29 GMT -5
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With how busy his schedule was, it became difficult to find spare time for fun. Even at Julliard, work had to be done before partying and nights out could be considered. There were papers to complete, routines to nail, extra hours at the gym to put in; a mere 24 hours in a single day hardly seemed fair for someone as busy as Greyson. The work-before-play mindset carried over into adulthood for him, and he usually found himself devoting time to work rather than out celebrating with drinks like some of his other dancers or performers. He joined them occasionally, especially during the off-season for the Company, but he usually found himself feeling guilty for not completing some task or other and he ducked out earlier than needed. His release was dance; he didn’t need the alcohol or nights scouring the town like some others did. Greyson could lose himself in a routine and throw every emotion he was feeling into the movements, pouring himself and all his stress out on the dance floor. That was how he loved to spend his free time, and, in his opinion, it was far healthier than other things he could’ve been getting into. It didn’t leave him with many options for making friends, however, and most of his comrades came from the Company or old buddies from Julliard. He met with them enough, but Greyson hadn’t had a truly fun, care-free night in a long time; then again, he’d never been out with Audrey before, and he’d never had the chance to sit down and enjoy her company for a full evening. He danced well without effort, leading her without a second thought as a bright smile lit his entire face. This was what Greyson enjoyed about dance; it gave you the opportunity to connect with someone on a deeper level, whether it was learning a new lift or meeting someone again years after college. In a dance, it was only two people and their bodies moving in time with the music. His smile grew as he concluded their dance with a dip, a soft chuckle leaving his lips at her words. He couldn’t help himself; he was a dancer, and this was where he was comfortable. Her fingers playing in his hair sent a small shiver down his spine, but he tried to suppress the feelings and gracefully pulled her back up, their faces far too close to each other to be appropriate as his cool eyes gazed down into hers. "I couldn’t pass up the chance to impress you, Miss Carver,” he said softly, his voice warm as he continued to smile down at her with his strong arms still wrapped tightly around her.
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Post by audrey juniper carver on Jan 1, 2017 16:05:12 GMT -5
![](http://i68.tinypic.com/2ho8awj.jpg) Audrey considered herself lucky. She had a job she found fun. It was definitely hard work with long hours of commitment, but she loved every minute of it. She was very aware that not everyone had that opportunity in life. Some people had to drag themselves through work and hated every minute of it, but it was all they had. Audrey was fortunate to be living her dream, and to pay her bills doing something she loved more than anything else. Some people didn’t have the patience to wait for Audrey, or work around her busy schedule. It was for that reason that most of her friendships were with people from the world of performing arts. They understood, and realised how hectic and demanding the job could be, but they also shared her passion. Some others out in the world found it difficult to believe that there was more to her career than prancing around the stage in fancy costumes. She still went out, but she was late, or she left before everyone else because she grew tired after performing and then going out to see friends in a club or a lounge.
More than anything, Audrey liked being surprised. She didn’t know that she would be reunited with Greyson tonight, or that she would have so much fun in his company again. It reminded her of the Julliard days so much, and she almost didn’t want the evening to end. She was having such a good time, and her smile seemed to be a permanent feature of the night. He just kept saying things that made her laugh, made her grin, and it was so much more than she had expected of the night when she had slipped into her dress and heels earlier on that evening. It was magical being spun around the dance floor by Greyson knowing that it wasn’t part of a choreographed routine. Anything could happen next, and nothing was scripted. It was exciting to not know and to wonder what each step would bring.
Audrey noticed how close they were when Greyson pulled her upright again. A light pink blush flushed her cheeks, and she smiled coyly. Her fingers continued to play with his hair lightly, and her other hand came up to rest on his chest. He was so close, and his touch and her heart racing, despite how she tried to remind herself of how foolishly she tripped and fell in the past. “Consider me very impressed.” She responded, her eyes twinkling and her voice light and just a little flirtatious. Audrey felt herself getting lost gazing up into Greyson’s eyes as her heart pounded harder in her chest. “We’re still standing here.” She whispered, not breaking their gaze or moving away from Greyson. Audrey didn’t want to move, but at the same time, people were surrounding them, dancing as the next song began to play, and they stood out unmoving amidst them.
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Post by Greyson Wesley Drozdov on Jan 2, 2017 22:56:45 GMT -5
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Greyson was someone who believed whole-heartedly in love. He’d had a great example in his father and step-mother, having been old enough to comprehend what was happening as the pair fell in love, and he’d gotten to watch their romance grow throughout the past ten years of his life. They were head over heels for each other and Greyson only hoped that, one day, he would share the same connection with a woman who wasn’t just pretending to be in love with him for the stage. He spent so much time recreating the feelings for an audience, it made him crave the affection even more and long for someone who could light his world up the way his step-mother had with his father. That woman, whom Greyson easily considered his real mother now, had swooped in and saved the pair of boys without hesitation, embracing him as a son and walking into their lives like an angel. He could remember his father lighting up like a Christmas tree whenever she walked into the room, and the way they looked at each other was something Greyson only prayed he could have eventually. Greyson didn’t fall easily, despite his romantic heart, but when he did fall, it was an all-or-nothing kind of feeling. He was passed the time for meaningless flings and, while those were what his schedule basically allowed, he wasn’t looking for a waste of effort anymore. Time wasn’t running out necessarily as he hadn’t reached the age of eternal bachelordom quite yet, but he was looking for a girl to waltz in and make his heart stop. He wanted something deeper; someone that could be his best friend, keep up with his crazy rehearsal hours, and still end the day cuddling up in bed together. It was a pipe dream for someone who hardly spent enough time out socializing to meet his Cinderella, but he was keeping his hopes up. Gazing down at Audrey, it was taking all of his effort to keep his heart from pounding out of his chest. He was having flashbacks to a younger guy infatuated with the beautiful, funny, and interestingly dressed drama student maneuvering through the awkward dance routines in a college class; now, here she was, stunning as ever and dancing with him, an accomplished ballet dancer who still felt like a kid half the time. Fate had a lovely way of bringing people back together. A soft chuckle left his lips at her words, his eyes sparkling with humor while he spoke. "We aim to please,” he grinned warmly. Greyson’s eyes remained on her as the music picked up once again and he couldn’t help his stomach from twisting into nervous knots. They were so close; far too close for people who had just reunited after years apart, but he found himself wanting to be as near to her as possible. He wanted to kiss her. The thought took Greyson by surprised, but he quickly suppressed it and shoved it to the back of his mind. This was hardly the place, in a room full of people, to have a first kiss with someone, even if they seemed to be enjoying the night, too. Breaking the trance between them, he laced his fingers through her slimmer ones as a smirk found its way onto his lips. "Come with me,” he whispered with mischief clear in his tone, joking once more as he said, "Stars as great as us deserve a better view.” Greyson led her from the dance floor quickly and pulled her towards the service doors near the kitchen. He and his friends had discovered the secret passage a few years back at another one of these dinners, but Greyson had never found himself more grateful for it than at that moment. Dodging a very confused waitress, he kept a tight hold of Audrey’s hand and continued to tug her up a small staircase to the top floor of the ship. He opened the door at the top with ease, revealing a star-lit night sky in the middle of the Hudson, the sound of water a symphony to the gorgeous view. He finally slowed down at the white railing on the edge of the ship and turned his eyes back on Audrey, laughing breathlessly as he gave her a boyish grin.
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Post by audrey juniper carver on Jan 3, 2017 11:50:06 GMT -5
![](http://i68.tinypic.com/2ho8awj.jpg) Audrey fully believed that her soulmate was out there somewhere. She knew that his heart would beat in time with hers, and that every touch, every kiss would set off fireworks. She had just stumbled upon a few frogs on her way to finding Prince Charming. It hurt, and sometimes she knew better, but the heart was a powerful thing and it wasn’t easy to overrule it. The heartbreak was never worth it, but Audrey still fell for what turned out to be ribbets and not roses. She was young, maybe a little naïve and idealistic to be thinking of that fairy tale ending in a modern world, but she refused to give up on it. The man was out there, and she knew he’d come into her life like a whirlwind and sweep her off her feet every single time he walked into a room. She believed in it so much that it had to be true. He had to be out there, waiting for her as she was waiting, searching for him.
She knew love could be like lightning and strike when you were least expecting it. She wanted that. She wanted to feel that sudden explosion in her chest as her world was rocked by something so incredibly life changing and amazing. Audrey was the person who jumped in with both feet. There was no testing the waters, no making sure they were absolutely the right person for her. She fell head over heels dangerously fast, often hurting herself on sharp corners and bad news sooner than she would have liked. That was just how she lived though. She threw herself into everything wholeheartedly, gave her all at every chance and didn’t want to look back on her younger years with regret for not taking those chances and risks. Yes, it hurt to have her heart break over and over, but Audrey came back stronger, with an experience she could take to the stage, and with more resolve to find her Prince out there. She refused to believe that fate intended to leave her on the shelf and curse her to live out her days as a spinster. She had too much love in her heart, and too much faith in cupid’s bow for that.
Greyson had always been a gentleman. He wasn’t like some of the egos at Julliard, and although Audrey didn’t feel like they had spent enough time together due to their schedules, she had enjoyed their class together. It was fun to work through the dances with her, to twist and turn with him while trying to make jokes and get to know each other around the teacher’s instructions. Then four years had been over, Julliard was something of the past and her classmates vanished to chase after their dreams as she did her own. Reuniting like this was strange, but she felt those sparks of fate twirling around in the air. Tonight had happened for a reason. It wasn’t as though people crossed paths every day. Second chances happened because the universe wanted them to. It made her more curious than Alice exploring Wonderland. They were so close, locked in their own little bubble as the evening carried on around them. Audrey wanted to know what would happen next, and the ideas in her mind had the butterflies in her stomach swirling to life, spinning and stretching up to her chest.
She didn’t quite expect to have her hand grabbed and to be pulled through the throng though. His hand was warm and large next to hers, but she giggled girlishly and moved into a light jog to keep up with him as they weaved through the hallways of the ship. A gasp escaped her crimson lips when the result was revealed to her. Spinning in a slow circle, Audrey took in the amazing view with parted lips that slowly curved up into a wide smile. Her hips swayed side to side as she moved to the railing, big pale eyes fixed on the view of the city she called home now. “New York always looks so beautiful.” She breathed, barely able to move her eyes away from the starlit skyline. It wasn’t everyday she saw the city like this, she wanted to be able to go home and dream of this view sometime.
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Post by Greyson Wesley Drozdov on Jan 5, 2017 17:26:35 GMT -5
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It would be impossible to deny that something was brewing on the ship that evening. Maybe it was the alcohol or the heady feeling of being in the middle of the river, but Greyson knew there was some kind of magic being stirred to life as they drifted through the waters. He hadn’t expected to enjoy himself as much as he had over the last few hours, and he certainly hadn’t expected to run into Audrey. He should’ve been off mingling with the wealthy donors, especially those that favored the ballet world and continuously donated to the Company, but he was too engrossed in her to notice the others trying to catch his attention. He’d given smiles to a few of his friends, but even they had backed off and left him alone once they noticed he was with someone. And, with their performance on the dance floor, it was pretty clear that Greyson was entirely and completely too caught up in Audrey to pretend to be pleasant for other people. She had his full attention and he wasn’t complaining at all. It was hard not to believe in romance when he spent the better part of his life recreating the feeling on stage. In order to bring those characters to life and make his performance feel genuine, he had to believe that somewhere, in crazy New York City or beyond, there was love out there for him. He had to keep faith in the idea that the stars would align eventually and he would find himself a woman who could be his partner on more than just the ballet floor. New York was amazing in many ways and, when you stepped outside the chaotic sidewalks and blinding neon signs, it was breathtaking to look at the city lights. Greyson could never imagine leaving the city; he’d spent his entire life there and could easily say his heart belonged to the Big Apple. He’d gotten a few offers to leave and travel for various other ballet companies, but he couldn’t abandon New York and all its magic behind. The place was enchanting beyond belief, between Central Park and the cozy cafes that lines the streets. What more could a person ask for? Standing with Audrey on the top of the boat, surrounded by stars, Greyson couldn’t think of a place he’d rather be. It was one of those moments that couldn’t have been tailor made any better had he tried and he was very thankful his friends had discovered the secret little stairwell. He couldn’t take his eyes off Audrey as she came to stand at the railing with him, his blue eyes on her every move while she gazed out at the city he was proud to call home. A soft smile played on his lips and, gazing down at her, he replied, "It’s a postcard view, that’s for sure.” Greyson placed his hands on the railing, forcing his eyes away from Audrey and out onto the river. The fresh air was doing wonders for his head and, while he was still trying to play the gentleman to the best of his capabilities, he wanted something to come of tonight. He didn’t want to lose touch with Audrey again like in college; they clearly clicked together and, even if it was just as friends, he wanted to make sure they stayed connected. Ignoring Fate’s wishes was never a good idea, after all, and she’d clearly had a trick up her sleeve for tonight. Pulling himself back, Greyson picked up on the faint music that could still be heard from the band below them. A bright smile lit his lips once more; this he could handle, even if his heart was still beating faster than normal. He couldn’t help himself as extended out his hand to her and asked, "Care for another dance, Miss Carver?”
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Post by audrey juniper carver on Jan 20, 2017 13:21:13 GMT -5
![](http://i68.tinypic.com/2ho8awj.jpg) Audrey believed in destiny and fate. So she believed wholeheartedly that there was a reason why she had been seated beside Greyson after so many years of not seeing him. They moved in different circles, orbited different planets in the galaxy that was the performing arts universe. They had no reason to cross paths normally, but someone in the cosmos wanted them to reconnect, and Audrey was incredibly glad for it. She had so much fun talking to him, and dancing with him was like dancing on air. She wasn’t a clumsy dancer by any means, but typically it took time to find that magic spark with a new partner that meant there was no mis-step, no accidental stepping on toes, or butting of heads. With Greyson there had been none of that, and Audrey felt like she had been dancing with him for years when they took to the floor. Things like that didn’t just happen by coincidence. She knew that the stars were at play when magic like that came to life like something right out of a storybook.
New York had filled the petite brunette with a rush of magic from the moment she had arrived for college, and it hadn’t left her. If anything, it had intensified over the years. She knew the city still had secrets to reveal to her, and Audrey wanted to discover each and every one of them before silver threaded through her hair. She hoped to have someone to find them with, to hold her hand and whisper about them once they had private spaces and little hideaways to spend date nights in. She longed for those quaint moments lost in the concrete jungle, but feeling a million miles away all at the same time. She was a fantasist, a girl who wanted her very own fairy tale despite how many times her heart had been broken and reality had tried to show her the world was cruel. Audrey didn’t give up though. She wasn’t the type. If she believed in something, then she held onto it like a dog with a bone.
Audrey continued to gaze at the passing view, her eyes wide and alight with wonder. “Almost as good as the one I wake up to each morning.” She teased, smirking gently. She never closed her blinds in the bedroom, so she could always be greeted by the beautiful New York skyline when she opened her pale blue eyes, and see all the way out to the water through the gaps in the skyscrapers and beyond some of the famous New York landmarks. It had sold the apartment better than any of the other features. Audrey had no plans to trade it for anything else in the world, and even going home made her miss it and long for the drive back to the city she felt like she belonged to know. Staring across the water at it now only cemented that feeling of being home, of being where she ought to be. She laughed warmly at Greyson, but she too could hear the faint music floating up to them from the band below. “You’re going to leave me dizzy.” She joked softly, though she still twirled herself playfully into his arms.
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