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It was about time the music picked up, Franz thought as he approached the dance floor. It was finally sounding like something people actually dance to. Whereas a waltz is just some weak excuse for a meek noble boy to court a lady. There was time for all that to be sure, but that came after the real dancing. Real dancing, in Franz’s mind, is a spectacle. It was something to draw heads and entertain. Nobles were often too caught up in imitations of civility to ever try it. This would be thoroughly entertaining.

[color=EB8FE9]"You want to dance?"[/color] Inti said, then paused while he processed the question he'd just asked. Laughing lightly at himself he spoke up again quickly. [color=EB8FE9]"I meant you look like you want to dance. Are you good at it? I think long limbs are supposed to help with that kind of thing, right?"[/color]

Franz turned to look at who was addressing him only to see… nothing again. He would have to get used to that at some point if all of his colleagues were going to be around his age. Looking down he saw a shorter boy from the Americas with peculiar white hair. [color=a2d39c][b]”Haha, good at it? I am the best at it. Certainly, I am a better showing than what is on display right now.”[/b][/color] Franz gestured toward the borderline empty dance hall with an open hand. He exclaimed it in a comical manner, but anyone could hear the confidence and pride behind his voice.

Franz called out to the music constructs in the hopes that it would reach their operator. [color=a2d39c][b]“A high tempo, if you will please!”[/b][/color] He then waited for the change in song to begin before addressing the Americas boy again. [color=a2d39c][b]”I will catch your name later. But for now, I will show you a true display of Occidental dance.”[/b][/color] Somewhat unexpected, he then walked off toward a nearby table.

Franz took off his suit jacket and tie, placing them over a chair and tucking it in. He then reached his hands up to check his hair was properly tied back in the small tail of hair he usually had. Finally, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. The first was the one that is used when putting on a tie, it was only logical that it would be undone. The second was for show.


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On his way back, Franz began rhythmically clapping to the beat of the song for other students to pick up on. He waited for more and more to pick up, to usher him in to take the stage.

Franz began with a whirlwind of leaps around the floor, focusing on gaining height and emphasizing the spectacle of his ability while keeping his form composed and graceful. However, the primary purpose was to create a ring in which he would use as a stage.

The middle section of his performance was somewhat less notable in terms of physical capability. The moves used were grounded and more showed graceful but precise moves. Eventually, this lead him into the centre of the stage where he would perform his finale.

Franz couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. He couldn’t lie, he enjoyed displaying a complete lack of humility. For his final move, he wound up for a big spin. He continued into pirouette a la seconde. One turn, two turns, three turns, he wasn’t stopping. Seemingly for as long as the music continued and as long as students kept clapping, he would continue to spin.

Finally, as the music began to close, Franz ended with a normal triple pirouette into a final pose. His arms out to his sides with palms pointed toward the ceiling. Only then would he try to catch his breath. The piece he danced to was not very long, but the energy he had used during it was immense. Franz held for a few seconds after the piece had ended.

As Franz stood up out of the pose a spot of dizziness hit him, nothing that wasn’t manageable though. Headspotting during turns helped with all that immensely. He began walking back toward his jacket and tie to put them back on but not before passing the Americas boy. [color=a2d39c][b]“I believe its your turn.”[/b][/color] He called while patting him on the shoulder, then continued on.

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