Beckanne,♥
I need to stop being an anti-social studio lock-in.

kimmykopke-joffrey:

beckanne-sisk:

How are my babies today?

Upset :’(

What’s wrong Kimmy?

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Practice Makes Perfect || Open

m-ackenziegler:

Mackenzie yawned tiredly as she paced back and forth in the studio. She’d been in there since she woke up. The eight year old even slept in her crop top and booty shorts. Her hair was back in a pony tail that was getting messier and messier every time she did a trick. But it didn’t stop her at all. No matter how many yawns and how many times she had to tighten her pony tail, Mackenzie wasn’t going to stop rehearsing. This was her second week on the Fab Four, therefore that meant she had a solo. And she couldn’t mess that up. However this week’s solo seemed more advanced than last week’s.

Kenz paused in the center of the room when she heard instrumental music coming from a studio beside her. She raised a brow, wondering who was dancing in there. She hadn’t heard that music for any of the numbers given out this week. Quietly, Kenz pushed open her door, running down to the next door. If she were tall enough, she would have looked in, but unfortunately the windows were far above her head.

Deciding that the person inside the studio wouldn’t be angry with her entering, she pushed the door, peering in to see a tall, brunette in the middle of the room.

“Beckanne!” Kenz grinned. “Where have you been silly?!”

Beckanne’s smile grew when she heard the chipper voice of 8-year-old Mackenzie Ziegler. “Kenzie!” She replied, dropping off pointe to walk over and hug her. “Congrats on being in the fab four two weeks in a row!” She exclaimed. 

"I’ve been working on my technique, since someone seems to think I’m overrated or something." She shrugged. She’d seen a couple of confessions posted about her but overall brushed them off. She didn’t want a little negativeness get in her way of dance. 

"How’s your solo this week, Mackenzie?" She asked, dropping down into a split. 

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Practice Makes Perfect || Open

Beckanne padded down the empty hallway, pointe shoes in hand. She had been doing nothing but practice the entire week, and she felt rather anti-social. She secretly hoped that one of the younger girls would be in the studio, so she could practice with one of them.

Humming quietly to herself, she pulled open the door, frowning when she found that it was empty. Sighing, she entered the large room, closing the door behind her. She tossed her dance bag into a corner and proceeded to pull on her pointe shoes, tying them up expertly. She picked up her cell phone, plugging it into the speaker system.

The teenager rose up en pointe and began to dance; nothing choreographed, but just felt the music and went. She stopped abruptly when the door’s handle jiggled, and glanced over to see who it was.



You’re never too old to dance, anon.

You’re never too old to dance, anon.


I need to stop being an anti-social studio lock-in.

How are my babies today?


Late-Night Pointe Practice || Beckanne and Hayden

Beckanne had decided to sneak out for a late-night practice. She knew she was risking getting in trouble, but what kind of 19-year-old would obey a 9pm curfew anyway? It wasn’t like she was sneaking out of the building or anything. She just wanted to get some extra practice in. Beckanne was dying to make the fab four.

Changing out of her pajamas, Beckanne pulled on black tights and a simple white leotard, pulling blue spandex shorts over them. She lifted her tights up to her ankles; she’d hook them under the arch of her pointe shoes once she was in the studio. Grabbing for her dance bag, Beckanne picked up her keys and silently left her room, making sure to not wake her sleeping roommate.

Creeping down the hallway, Beckanne looked around to make sure no one was in the hallways. She dashed into the first studio she could find, flipping on the lights. She breathed a sigh of relief once the door had quietly clicked closed behind her. She slipped her toe pads into place before tying up her pointe shoes, hooking her tights underneath. She rose up gracefully and began to work on a routine she had begun back at Ballet West. She froze when she heard the door creak open. Had she been caught by a Joffrey teacher? She dropped off pointe and turned towards the door, smiling when she saw another dancer. She recognized her as Hayden Hopkins and waved. “Hey, you’re welcome to practice in here.”


Anonymous asked:
I wish I could dance like you! :(

Awh, I’m suure you’re just as good, lovely! It took me years and years of practice to get where I am. Now look at me, I’m old!!


I haven’t seen my roommate much today.

chloelukasiakhere:

Thank you again! We’ll look so funny, the 19 year old and the 10 year old. But I’m pretty tall!

They won’t be able to tell, Chloe. You’re such a good ballerina, they’ll think we’re the same age!

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I haven’t seen my roommate much today.

chloelukasiakhere:

Really?! Thanks! I’ve been working on them, so that’s amazing! We should try it, I think it would be amazing!

They’re beautiful! I saw you do the 32 fouette swan lake sequence, and it looked great, despite the traveling. We’ll have to ask! It’ll win for sure.

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