#threads. / jonah & lacy

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Ghost furrowed his brows in concern at the flinch. He was extremely perceptive— almost to a fault— and a reaction like that was never something he liked to see.

His eyes softened, a smile appearing on his features. “Hey, it’s no one’s fault, just an accident but alright, sure, I’d really appreciate that ehm…” He paused, laughing a little. “What was your name, miss?”

"I'm so sorry," Lacy said miserably, staring at his wet shirt and hearing his sigh. It reminded her too much of another type of reaction she was used to, and as he reached for her, she flinched.

"I-I'm fine." She was horribly embarrassed. "Please let me clean it for you. It's really my fault." She had to make it up to him somehow.

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

This Dark Thing That Sleeps In Me - a Magnus Archives AU, Chapter Ten

This is a DARK AU; it is not a kid-fic, though Jon is young. Bittersweet ending ahead.

Spoilers for the whole show, though this is very much an alternate universe.

“You like my people, do you not? Martin. Tim. Sasha,” said Jonah.

“Yes, very much.” No lies needed here.

“I’m glad. I’ve gone to quite some trouble to ensure they were here for you.”

Again, his past self was silent. Jon looked—and was—confused. “For me?”

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Incredible fanart by @iiiumihottie!

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They went back up the stairs, and they climbed and climbed and climbed. They passed the Web’s floor, and now, everything got fancy. Red wallpaper, rich dark carpet, fancy sconces with ornate brass molding. The red carpet was thick, swallowing every footstep, giving way under Jon’s feet so softly that he wanted to feel it bare-footed. Jon gawked.

“See, here’s how it’s going to work,” said Martin. “He loves the frippery of all of this? So we’re supposed to change clothes at least once a day.”

It is not supposed to be this way said that deep, repeated anger. “That’s so wasteful,” Jon said.

Martin snorted. “It is, but don’t let him hear you say that. Anyway. Here.” And it was an entire floor of what could only be called frippery. Every inch was gilded or feathered or embroidered with fancy, shiny thread. Even the high-up windows had been framed in gold, thick and ornate and gleaming with jewels that caught the fading sunlight. The carpet was even thicker, and the air itself so scented, that Jon felt immediately grubby.

“You can use anything up here,” said Martin. “At least we’re not expected to provide our own clothes. That’d be crazy.”

There were rooms of clothing. Rooms of clothing. So much clothing. Suits and dresses and hats and boots, huge things that had to be costumes with feathers and swords. One room filled with decidedly slinky things, lacy items that wouldn’t cover much.

“Not that one,” said Martin, and closed that door in a rush.

Clothes and clothes and clothes, and Jon couldn’t help but think of how hard it was on the street to find clothes, of how he’d had to be careful even when trading not to take from people who didn’t have much, and that tiny inside-part of him grew angrier. “I… I don’t know what to wear,” he said.

“Mmm,” said Martin. “This should work.” He snatched something green off a rack. “Let’s go. Time to get this fitted.”

“Fitted?”

“That’s half the fun. Jonah hates ill-fitting clothes.” Fitted meant up another floor, this time to a room with weavers. They were Web, all of them, and literally spinning, seated at looms. 

Jon had never imagined so many machines for making clothes. He’d also never imagined being stripped and redressed in moments by several people with six arms. He yipped.

Martin had already disappeared in a flock of them, hidden by enormous bustled dresses and tutting spider-armed people.

They were delighted to meet Annabelle Two.

“She’s my friend,” Jon informed them. “But I’m afraid she’s going to get squashed.”

That was the right thing to say, apparently. They laughed. They reassured him (keeping him distracted while they stripped him down, which helped). One of them produced a tiny cage. It was shaped like a birdcage and painted gold, but it wasn’t gold. It fit in Jon’s palm, and when he experimentally squeezed, it proved solid. The “bars” were just far enough apart that Annabelle Two could get through them without even hesitating, and she zipped right inside with clear relief.

“Oh, wow,” said Jon. And now, he got to wear her. He was given a complicated little gold sheath that hung over his ear and dangled the cage like some fancy earring. 

“Oh, that’s really cool,” said Martin, who had been done up in reds and pinks and puffed sleeves.

“I’ve never been cool before,” said Jon. Ever, confirmed his past self with some humor.

It was entirely a shocking experience, but the end was good. Jon had a suit that fit him in lush, velvety green. He had a fancy little cage the size of his thumb carrying his new friend. They’d tied his hair back, too, and he thought he looked older than he ever had. The tiny cage under his ear was practically weightless. It looked stylized and exotic. It made him look like a different person. He stared in the mirror.

“So what do you think?” said Martin with a spin. 

They’d given him a little cape that flared, and he grinned. Jon grinned back. “I suppose I can see the appeal.”

“Some days, it’s fun,” Martin admitted. “Having to do it every day is a fucking chore, but—sorry. A chore.”

“You can just speak in front of me, you know,” said Jon. “I’ve heard all the swears.”

Martin laughed softly. “Have you, now?”

“Can you even imagine the things people say in their homes when they think no one’s listening?” said Jon without a hint of guile.

Martin shook his head. “Somewhere, right now, Tim is whispering ‘dibs’ at the ceiling.”

“Why does he do that?" said Jon.

“Um. You’re fun? Come on, let’s get upstairs, shall we?”

“What’s above us?”

“Jon, everything from here on up belongs to Jonah.”

Jon did a quick calculation. “That’s nearly half this whole tower!”

“Yep,” said Martin.

Not how it was supposed to be.

Maybe not, Jon thought, but this wasn’t the time to get into it. He had to please the Heart of the End; he had to give absolutely no indication that he would be trouble. He had to give Jonah no reason to suspect him any more than he obviously did. Jon was silent the rest of the way up the stairs.

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Dinner happened in the third highest floor in the place.

It was so high. In this room, the windows were floor to ceiling, giving an incredible view; the breeze was cool, sharp, free of the mess of ocean and city and death. It was black stone in here—polished and slippery, and Jon walked with care. On the walls were portraits of Jonah (or at least, Jonah’s face) posing throughout the ages in various uniforms: he was a knight in one, slaying a dragon, and some sort of saint in one, with a robe and blocks of stone with writing chiseled into them, and—

“Welcome!” Jonah called.

Most of the room was taken up with a table and chairs, also black, all of them lacquered and shiny. Gold tipped the pointed, decorative backs of each chair, as if they’d all be sitting under tiny crowns.

Jonah was dressed like a god. It was a suit, sure, with a jacket and vest and pants, but all of it glittered, a vibrant purple cloth with medals and jewels sewn all over, so that he glinted like broken glass. He was standing by the head of the table, holding out a chair on the side. And he gestured.

“Oh, boy,” Martin muttered. “Let’s get it over with.”

“How rude,” said Jonah, but he didn’t stop smiling.

Jon didn’t have to fake his fear. He was shaking like a skinned skeleton as he approached the chair.

Jonah’s eyes gleamed. He looked like a lion, about to pounce, as he slid Jon's chair in. “Relax, Jon. We will make this official.”

“Make what official, sir?” Jon managed. He kept his face turned toward Jonah, eyes glued.

“Good boy,” Jonah murmured. “You remembered.”

“I’m afraid of you,” Jon said.

“A wise response,” Jonah said. “What is this?” He touched the little cage.

“I trained spiders. Back in… before I left my Uncertain home,” Jon said. “This one’s mine, and the weavers gave me a way to keep her safe.”

“Such strange hobbies, the youth of today have,” said Jonah, dismissing this (and Jon knew he shouldn’t, knew there was some great influence being extended here to encourage that, but it worked, and that was all that mattered), and sat down.

Then Jonah just kept staring at him.

Jon shifted. Sank a little in his seat. Hugged himself.

Jonah laughed. “I’m not going to eat you.”

“I’m not used to being looked at. Sir,” said Jon.

“Mm, you wouldn’t be, would you?” said Jonah. “That makes sense—you’re so hard to see. How did your caretakers even manage you?”

“Food and money kept coming for the number of people in the house,” said Jon. “Though not after I left.”

“How would you know that?”

“It fell down. Amherst tore it apart.”

Jonah tilted his head. “Why would he do such a thing?”

“He didn’t want to turn thirty.”

“How foolish,” said Jonah lightly as people began filing in. “He would be reborn.”

“Of course,” said Jon. “I saw a lot of people afraid, though, even with that.” He perked up a little. “I was looking forward to it all when I turned ten.”

“Were you? Why?” said Jonah, chin on his hands, watching as though Jon were absolutely fascinating even though multitudes of people were wandering in, dressed to the nines.

Jon’s past self said nothing. He had no clue how to proceed, so… he simply talked. “Because I don’t know what it’s like. I want to know.”

“You want to know everything, isn’t that right?” said Jonah as the table was populated.

“Yes.” Jon almost looked down, but remembered not to.

“I will feed that,” said Jonah.

What a weird thing to say. “I wasn’t allowed on the Eye floor, though,” said  Jon.

“You weren’t? Well. We’ll fix that right away,” said Jonah. “Gertrude? Come sit up here, would you? Yes. By Jon. Thank you.”

Gertrude looked quietly afraid. Jon didn’t like her afraid. He had a feeling it didn’t happen often. 

“Hi,” he said.

She startled. “What—is that a spider on your ear?”

Sure, she could see that. “I train them.”

“Why?” she said.

“I didn’t have anyone else to talk to,” Jon said, which was a lie and not at the same time, and limited to the precise moment he’d felt most alone after Annabelle’s death.

Numerous things crossed her face. Something deep in Jon—very deep—was amused that he may have engendered actual compassion from this woman, though Jon was not sure why.

“Gertrude,” said Jonah, evenly, so calmly. “Did you forbid him access to your area today?”

The low murmurs of conversation stopped. So many people, quiet and watching. After what happened to Annabelle, everyone was afraid.

“Yes,” said Gertrude, because whatever flaws she had, she was very brave.

“I see. Why?”

“I don’t understand him, sir.”

“That is fair. Will you forbid him from here on out?”

“Do you want me to give him access, sir?” said Gertrude, bold as brass.

Jon liked her.

“Yes. In fact, that is an excellent cue. Everyone,” said Jonah, as if they weren’t already listening. “This is Jonathan Sims. He is mine. He belongs to me.”

Sims?

(The name echoed like a half-remembered dream.)

Sims? Had that been his mother’s name?

(The name felt right, settling on him as easily as his fitted suit.)

The looks cast his way were not friendly. They were hard, jealous, suspicious. Martin’s look was pitying. The spider reached through the little bars and patted Jon’s neck. It was tickly, but reassuring.

Jonah wasn’t done. “You will allow him to see whatever he wants. He has questions. And you will not hold back your answers.”

Jon swallowed, salivating, and looked around. He knew some of these people, but most, he did not. And yet how could he know any? He didn’t. And now that he knew he hadn’t been reborn before, and anyone in the cycle was from after, he couldn’t understand why he knew them.

“Let us feast!” said Jonah, apparently thrilled with how things were going, and clapped his hands. Servants entered (none, Jon noted, of the Corruption), bearing trays and trays and trays of food, the richness of which he had definitely never seen in London.

That tiny, quiet rage tried to rise again, but he pushed it down, piling food on top of it as fast as he could eat, daring not let Jonah see.

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It wasn’t until the end of the meal that Jonah revealed what he’d been after this whole time.

Jon was so very full. Stuffed. He’d never eaten this much, and he had absolutely no regrets. Jonah watched him. He’d watched him most of dinner, ignoring conversation, even ignoring some direct questions. Finally, softly, he spoke. “Do you like it here, Jon?”

“You’re terrifying,” said Jon.

Jonah laughed softly. “Yes… but that isn’t what I asked.”

“I think so. I do. If I really will get answers, then yes, absolutely.”

“Mm. Good! Good. I’ve tried to make it a place where answers can be found. As well as… well. Walk with me.”

Thus bidden, Jon rose and followed him.

They didn’t go far; just to one of the windows, overlooking the endless sea. The sun was setting, painting it red; it was beautiful, frightening, vast.

“You like my people, do you not? Martin. Tim. Sasha,” said Jonah.

“Yes, very much.” No lies needed here.

“I’m glad. I’ve gone to quite some trouble to ensure they were here for you.”

Again, his past self was silent. Jon looked—and was—confused. “For me?”

“It’s very simple, Jon,” said Jonah, standing too close, looking down. “And really, I believe in laying out the stakes for a good game so all can enjoy it properly.”

“Game?” said Jon.

“If I die, they die,” he said.

Jon stared. All the conversation in the room seemed to reduce to buzzing, or maybe that was just inside his head. “What?” he whispered.

“I see I need to repeat it,” said Jonah. “If I die,” and he pointed at Martin, then pointed at Sasha and Tim and Mike at the far end of the table, then at himself. “They die.”

“I… why would…” Jon shook again.

“Because Annabelle was up to something,” Jonah said. “I don’t know what. I should have taken the time to root it out of her, but… well. Sometimes temper rules over good sense, don’t you know.”

Jon didn’t know what to say. How could he? “But you can’t die,” he finally blurted. “You’re the Heart of the End. Everybody knows that.”

“You’re almost endearing like this,” said Jonah. “Enjoy your answers. Friends! I retire. Behave, my lovely living ones.” And with that, he just swept away, cape fluttering, catching the light like a shattered mirror. 

Abandoned, backlit in front of the window, as seen as he’d ever been in his life, Jon stood and shook hard.

Did Jonah know? No. Or he would have killed Jon. He was just covering his bases. And he certainly had. Oh, he had.

If Jon did this, he would kill Martin, Tim, and Sasha.

But Jon would save the world.

But Jon would kill Martin, Tim, and Sasha, and they wouldn’t be reborn. No one would, ever again.

He couldn’t do this. How could he be expected to do this? He couldn’t do this!

“Hey, you okay?” said Martin, approaching slowly, like Jon was a wild dog.

Jon stared at him. He wanted to run away. He wanted to leave this behind, go back to the street, let them live. But they wouldn’t live. Martin might, at least until Jonah grew too angry with him, but… the others would not.

And they wouldn’t be reborn, either, the way things were going. But to kill them?

Jon didn’t know what to do.

“Long day, huh, buddy?” said Martin gently, coming alongside. “Come on. I think you need to sleep. A real bed this time. You’d like that, right?”

“Yes,” whispered Jon, and let Martin lead him away, out of the already-drifting gaze of the others, out of this horrible place with its frippery and fanciness, and back down the stairs. Away from it all, to quieter parts, where Jon found himself grateful that it was brown and black and not too fancy, where Jonah had wanted people to contemplate death and accidentally made it peaceful. He said nothing as Martin took him to his own area—sort of an apartment with multiple rooms—and assigned him a bedroom and bath of his very own.

“You going to be okay? What did he say to you over there?” said Martin.

“Nothing good,” said Jon. And then, since he’d been asked: “Maybe. I… I’ll try.”

“Do you want to be alone?”

“Yes, please.”

“You need anything, just call, or knock on the wall, or something. All right?”

“Thank you, Martin.” Jon wiped his eyes, and was left alone with his spider and his thoughts.

Then Annabelle Two left her cage, patted his hand, and climbed up to the ceiling to make webs in the corners.

And now, Jon was truly alone. His mind spun, and stalled over and over again.

How could he do this?

Somehow, by a miracle (and perhaps a very fully belly), he finally fell asleep.

chapter eleven

[doubleattitude]

JUMP Dance Convention, Dallas, TX: RESULTS

High Scores by Age:

JUMPstart Solo

1st: Mikaela Florez-’Stop Go’

2nd: Mackenzie Glover-’Suddenly’

3rd: Audrina Mossembekker-’Fields of Gold’

4th: Arianna Claxton-’Ride’

5th: Avery Redus-’Lost Boy’

6th: Zephira Duran-’Little Weaver Bird’

7th: Nora Davis-’Broadway Banana’

8th: Symone Armijo-’Rotten To the Core’

Mini Solo

1st: Braylynn Grizzaffi-’Path5′

2nd: Sophia Gil-’Film Credits’

2nd: Anna Holley-’Reminisce’

3rd: Landry Silas-’Cheek to Cheek’

3rd: Allie Plott-’The Path’

4th: Lexus Natalie-’Alternate World’

4th: Winter Eberts-’Dreamlike’

5th: Harper Ducale-’Change Is Everything’

5th: Ashley Otano-’Dark Matter’

5th: Kinsley Oykhman-’Life Could Be A Dream’

5th: Carolina Sterkel-’Thoroughfare’

5th: Kalista Greer-’Yesterday’

6th: Zoey Claxton-’Moonlight Sonata’

6th: Noah Johnson-’Scanner’

6th: Channing Embry-’Whatever Lola Wants’

7th: Denise Torres-’Drag Shift’

7th: Presley Nava-’Pure Imagination’

8th: Cora Woodhouse-’Pulling On A Thread’

9th: Avery LeSaicherre-’Hide and Seek’

9th: Patience Hughes-’Weird People’

10th: Dennis Paul Haggerty-’Beautiful Dream’

Junior Solo

1st: Laci Stoico-’Mibiso’

2nd: Graham Johnson-’New Shoes’

3rd: Lilly Allen-’Femme Fatale’

3rd: Ciana Ciulla-’Nana’

4th: Zoe McDonald-’U Can’t Touch This’

5th: Kortlynn Rosenbaugh-’Concentration’

5th: Colby Rich-’I Lie’

5th: Jazlyn Quintero-’The Deep End’

5th: Lincoln Blakely-’What I Came To Do’

6th: Kanon Greer-’To The Sky’

7th: Caroline McGowan-’Everything Evaporates’

7th: Makaia Roux-’Everything I Wanted’

7th: Kenlie Winsett-’Patterns of The Tides’

7th: Carolyne Knutson-’Peace’

7th: Campbell Thurow-’You Can’t Touch This’

8th: Jade Bontron-’A Night In Paris’

8th: Jocelyn Nguyen-’I’m Not Myself’

8th: Ava Mogote-’Somewhere Over The Rainbow’

8th: London Campayno-’Valis’

9th: McKenna Markham-’Shrine Tooth’

9th: Nyah Jackson-’Slow Meadows’

9th: Stella Eberts-’Valley’

10th: Addison Haggerty-’Ghost In The Wind’

10th: Scarlett Petty-’Stars’

10th: Kylie Carter-’The LOOK’

Teen Solo

1st: Garris Munoz-’Enlightenment’

1st: Avery Lau-’Fear of the Unknown and The Blazing Sun’

1st: Hudson Pletcher-’Forged Imitation’

2nd: Sarah Kate Kurzius-’Charmed’

2nd: Ava Miller-’Tarnished’

3rd: Carmen Beiner-’Dyonisis’

3rd: Braylon Browner-’Run From Me’

3rd: Sabine Nehls-’Shout’

4th: Beth Anne McGowan-’Heart Is As Black At Night’

4th: Ella Williams-’The Garden’

5th: Macie Krause-’Menace’

5th: Dasha Vishnyakova-’Partita’

5th: Caroline Belknap-’Sonata De Le Muerte’

5th: Kali Knewitz-’Wake Up Your Eardrums’

6th: Kathryn Martinez-’Another Brick In The Wall’

6th: Gianna Garwacki-’Epiphany’

6th: Sophie Bishop-’La Mamma Morta’

6th: Isabel Reese-’Spectral Density’

7th: Ella Hendricks-’Ella and Ella’

7th: Faith Stoner-’Solids’

8th: Brielle McCoy-’My Brightest Diamond’

8th: Trinity Kelly-’Sorrow’

9th: Sofia Ramirez-’Long Train Running’

9th: Peyton Koepke-’On The Horizon’

9th: Natalya Toirac-’See how they run’

9th: Jillian Sims-’Shadow Journal’

10th: Dru Neal-’Bringing Back A Past’

10th: Caitlyn Herrin-’Hour After Hour’

10th: Macy Orvis-’Look At Me’

10th: Mia Miller-’Only The Voices’

Senior Solo

1st: Jackson Roloff-Hafenbreadl-’FOUR’

2nd: Ruby Castro-’For You’

2nd: Paige Mcmanaman-’Vienna’

3rd: Jordan Apodaca-’Standing Over The Horizon’

4th: Chloe Lopina-’In Love In Vein’

4th: Lainey Myers-’You Are The Reason’

5th: Raegan Davidson-’After That’

5th: Raegan Stafford-’With All My Love’

6th: Peyton Winsett-’Distortion’

6th: Emily Fluker-’I Will Follow’

6th: Clara Gough-’Snow Queen’

6th: Haley Beck-’Upside’

7th: Karsyn Kelly-’Don’t Make Me Over’

7th: Gracie Lee-’Love of My Life’

7th: Cahntal Le-’Tear Jerker’

7th: Jonah Tran-’Unburdened and Becoming’

8th: Elise Knecht-’Corps’

8th: Emma Sucato-’Memories’

8th: Haley Bogdon-’The Mourning’

8th: Kylie Sicillan-’Time & I’

9th: Emmalyn Mackaron-’San TOI’

10th: Ella Berner-’Grief Point’

Mini Duo/Trio

1st: HYPE Dance Studio-’American Boy’

2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’G.I.R.L’

3rd: Centre for Dance-’Faith’

Junior Duo/Trio

1st: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Cringe’

2nd: Dance Company of Wylie-’Machine’

Teen Duo/Trio

1st: Next Step Dance-’Georgia’

2nd: The Pointe Performing Arts Center-’Listen’

3rd: South Tulsa Dance Co-’Strangers In The Night’

Senior Duo/Trio

1st: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Tea For Two’

2nd: Texas Academy of Dance-’Do The Sacred Mass’

JUMPstart Group

1st: Next Step Dance-’Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy’

2nd: Next Step Dance-’Boy From New York City’

3rd: Next Step Dance-’Milly Rock’

Mini Group

1st: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’We Love to Bebop’

2nd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Strings’

3rd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Ain’t Your Mama’

Junior Group

1st: Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Dance With You’

1st: The Pointe Performing Arts Center-’Send In The Clowns’

2nd: Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Image Deconstructed’

3rd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Letters To’

3rd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Threads That Bind’

Teen Group

1st: Next Step Dance-’Maria Bonita’

2nd: Next Step Dance-’A Women Left Lonely’

2nd: Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Herd of Defense’

3rd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Wish We Could Turn Back Time’

Senior Group

1st: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Embraceable You’

2nd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’A Human, A Light’

3rd: Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Can You Hear That?’

Mini Line

1st: Next Step Dance-’The Chain’

2nd: Next Step Dance-’Spring’

2nd: Next Step Dance-’Sweet Dreams’

2nd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’We’ve Got a Ways to Go’

3rd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’The Ladies of the Wild West’

Junior Line

1st: Next Step Dance-’Mi Mujer’

2nd: Next Step Dance-’Opening’

2nd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-‘Salute’

3rd: Next Step Dance-’Vogue’

3rd: The Pointe Performing Arts Center-’We Are The Ones’

Teen Line

1st: Next Step Dance-’Tarantella’

2nd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Dead Hearts’

3rd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Where Is My Body’

Senior Line

1st: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Devour’

2nd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Invocation of Lust’

JUMPstart Extended Line

1st: Next Step Dance-’Ridin Dirty’

2nd: Next Step Dance-’Hey Diddle Diddle’

3rd: Next Step Dance-’Rock Star’

Mini Extended Line

1st: Next Step Dance-’Runaway Baby’

2nd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Footloose’

Junior Extended Line

1st: Next Step Dance-’Bridge Over Troubled Water’

2nd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Flatline’

3rd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Don’t Stop’

Teen Extended Line

1st: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’American Pie’

1st: Next Step Dance-’Snowing’

2nd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Overture In A’

3rd: Next Step Dance-’Technologic’

3rd: Kim Massay Dance Productions-’You Know Me’

Senior Extended Line

1st: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Hotel California’

2nd: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Sexy Crazy’

Mini Production

1st: Next Step Dance-’42nd Street’

2nd: Next Step Dance-’Game On’

Junior Production

1st: Next Step Dance-’Let It Cook’

2nd: Next Step Dance-’Everlasting Love’

3rd: The Pointe Performing Arts Center-’Wanna Rock’

Teen Production

1st: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Goodnight’

2nd: Next Step Dance-’All That Jazz’

3rd: The Pointe Performing Arts Center-’RELAX’

Senior Production

1st: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’CRUNK’

High Scores by Performance Division:

JUMPstart Tap

Next Step Dance-’Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy’

JUMPstart Hip-Hop

Next Step Dance-’Milly Rock’

JUMPstart Jazz

Next Step Dance-’Boy From New York City’

JUMPstart Lyrical

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Gypsy’

Mini Jazz

Next Step Dance-’Knock On Wood’

Mini Tap

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’We Love to Bebop’

Mini Contemporary

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Strings’

Mini Ballroom

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Ain’t Your Mama’

Mini Ballet

Next Step Dance-’Spring’

Mini Lyrical

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’We’ve Got a Ways to Go’

Next Step Dance-’Sweet Dreams’

Mini Hip-Hop

Next Step Dance-’Game On’

Junior Jazz

Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Dance With You’

Junior Lyrical

The Pointe Performing Arts Center-’Send In The Clowns’

Junior Ballet

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-‘Salute’

Next Step Dance-’Opening’

Junior Contemporary

Next Step Dance-’Mi Mujer’

Junior Tap

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Letters To’

Junior Specialty

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Marquises’

Junior Hip-Hop

Next Step Dance-’Let It Cook’

Junior Ballroom

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Don’t Stop’

Teen Contemporary

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Goodnight’

Teen Specialty

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Dead Hearts’

Teen Jazz

Next Step Dance-’Technologic’

Kim Massay Dance Productions-’You Know Me’

Teen Lyrical

Next Step Dance-’Snowing’

Teen Tap

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’American Pie’

Teen Hip-Hop

Next Step Dance-’#FreeBritney’

Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Roses’

Teen Ballet

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Overture In A’

Teen Ballroom

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Distortion’

Teen Musical Theatre

Next Step Dance-’All That Jazz’

Senior Contemporary

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Hotel California’

Senior Specialty

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Evermore’

Senior Tap

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Embraceable You’

Senior Lyrical

High Attitude Dance Academy-’Because You Loved Me’

Senior Ballet

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Completely Gone’

Senior Jazz

Eminence Dance Complex-’Cold Hearted Snake’

Senior Ballroom

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Sexy Crazy’

Senior Hip-Hop

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’CRUNK’

Best of JUMP:

JUMPstart

Next Step Dance-’Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy’

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Gypsy’

Mini

The Pointe Performing Arts Center-’Where The Light Gets In’

Next Step Dance-’42nd Street’

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’We Love to Bebop’

Junior

Next Step Dance-’Mi Mujer’

Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Dance With You’

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Threads That Bind’

The Pointe Performing Arts Center-’Send In The Clowns’

Teen

Kim Massay Dance Productions-’You Know Me’

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’American Pie’

The Pointe Performing Arts Center-’A Destination’

Next Step Dance-’Snowing’

Senior

Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Can You Hear That?’

Next Step Dance-’Half the Man’

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Hotel California’

Best In Studio:

Next Step Dance-’Snowing’

Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Can You Hear That?’

The Pointe Performing Arts Center-’A Destination’

Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’Hotel California’

[thirtecnth]

Usually, Ghost was a lot more perceptive than this -- unfortunately, he was just exhausted beyond belief. Looking for his charge, if they were even here, finding old friends, and working nights at the tower was a lot of energy... Especially with the tower he was in.

All this to say that he could have spared this girl a lot more trouble if he had been more awake... He just wasn't as iced latte suddenly spilled all over both of them.

He let out a deep breath and immediately smiled. "It's fine, I'm fine," he said, reaching out to steady her. "You okay? You're covered as much as I am."

where: anywhere who: ghost ( @thirtecnth )

Lacy tried really hard to be aware of her surroundings, but it was also difficult to hold her head up after years of being berated and criticized. She couldn’t look people in the eye normally, so she tended to walk with her eyes on the ground.

This is why she ended up running into someone, her iced latte splashing all over both their shirts. Her eyes widened, a flush immediately rushing to her cheeks.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry.” She lifted her gaze finally, swallowing hard when she saw the handsome man in front of her. She quickly averted her eyes. “I-I can buy you a new shirt. Or clean it for you. I’m so sorry.”