Remy’s Dance Dance Resolution Class
Date: 2025-09-16 19:02
(Remy’s Dance Dance Resolution Class)
[Tue Sep 16 2025]
Inside the Aged Webster Lecture Theater/span>/spanThe front of Webster Lecture Theater presents a wide, gently sloping floor
covered in worn burgundy carpeting that descends toward a raised wooden
stage. Rows of fixed seating march down the incline, their dark wood frames
bearing decades of carved initials and scuff marks from countless students.
The seats themselves are upholstered in faded crimson fabric, many showing
signs of repair with mismatched patches. Overhead, a coffered ceiling rises
two stories high, its plaster details softened by layers of paint and age.
Wall-mounted sconces provide dim illumination, their amber glass shades
casting long shadows between the rows. The stage itself is framed by heavy
velvet curtains in deep maroon, their edges frayed and dusty. A large
blackboard spans the back wall of the stage, its surface bearing the ghostly
traces of equations and diagrams that resist complete erasure. The air
carries the musty scent of old books and chalk dust, while drafts from unseen
sources cause the curtains to stir occasionally, even when the heavy entrance
doors remain firmly shut./span>/spanIt is about 65F(18C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Birch and Atlantic/span>/span“Hmmm…” Kai looks around himself and lifts his brows a bit, “You’re in that cult with that Eidolon huh?” he asks Remy, noting her ring with a little grin.
Kaelyn stands slowly, stretching her body, testing it and the way it moved. She hissed a little but padded over to the wooden stage with bare feet making very little sound. “What kind of dance are we doing?” She asks curiously.
Annabelle takes a fresh breath of relief, not that she was haggard, but she rubs the back of her neck comfortably. “Mmmmn. Though!” She squints at Remy like a cowboy. “You scheduled just before Esme’s thang. So. People are gonna try to make it, but a lot of people are prepping too.”
Remy claps her hands several times to call everyone’s attention to the stage. She slips out of her stilettos and sets them aside with her mug of coffee and phone after taking a sip. “Everyone on stage. Butts in chairs do not dance. Chair dancing doesn’t count,” she says to the group that has gathered. She does not comment on several things, but instead moves on to her class topics. “We start with stretching,” she says, motioning to everyone to join her in sitting on the floor. She puts her bare feet together in front of herself and starts to lean forward, pulling on her feet to slowly stretch all along her back and her legs. “We will get to specifics when we’re ready. For now, you need to make a resolution to dance,” she says, clearly thinking herself clever for the play on words.
Jakem makes his way in, gaze drifting over the scene. At the demand for attendants, he removes his boots, and approaches the stage.
Kai pulls off his sneakers and stuffs them into his backpack, he plops his ass down on the stage and waves to Jakem, “And it’s the head of the cult! Hey Jakem,” he greets and starts to stretch, texting as he goes.
Annabelle does her best mirroring, bending forward and trying her very best to stretch to her toes!
Annabelle ends up, hair flung over her face, in a battle she can’t win. Limp at the waist, a final sigh ends her preparation with a lazy rise.
Jakem waves to Kai “Oh hey, learning to put on a show better? Always a good endeavor.” he mentions amiably as he watches folks stretch for a moment. He bends forwards, making an attempt to touch his toes.
Remy finishes with that initial stretch and pushes out her right leg, straightening it while pulling her left leg to her chest with the foot on the ground just inside her thigh. “We focus on legs and feet, because that is where dancing happens,” she explains before switching which leg is straight and which is pulled to her chest. She follows up with spreading her feet about as far apart as she can, heels on the floor. She leans forward, trying to put her forehead to the floor, though unsuccessful. Then she does manage to put her forehead to one knee, then the other. She maintains each stretch for 15-20 seconds before moving to the next, expecting to be followed.
Ava steps in with an attempt at quiet, wearing what looks like a home made press badge. She has a tablet out and, as she enters moves to take a purple stylus from behind her ear. Jotting some things down, on the tablet, she uses it to snap a few pictures inobtrusively.
“That is where the dancing happens…” Annabelle drones like a proper cult follower. She’s far too young to be holding her back with a grimace, but that’s just what’s happened. She watches Remy mournfully, mournful of her own inflexible youth. “Can I settle with massaging my feet?”
Kai continues to stretch and stands up, copying Remy, he texts now and then and yawns, waving to Ava when he notices her, though he tells Jakem, “Yeah, always preparing for that,” he agrees.
Kaelyn flops on the floor with little grace, half bending down and half in a controlled fall. With her butt on the ground she stretches her legs out, mimicking Remy’s movements. She leans forward biting her lip as healing skin stretched under the movement. But, eventually, she does manage to snatch her toes. The rest of it seems to be a little more troublesome and she wasn’t as successful with them.
Ava keeps herself apart from those on the stage, jotting down notes. She seems to miss the wave from Kai, studiously attending to whatever it is she’s writing.
Jakem eventually manages to scrape his toes with his fingernails; that’s pretty good given how tall he is, right? Then proceeds to plop down on the stage, sticks out a leg and tries to touch a single toe this time, leaning over his thigh.
Remy stands up and puts her feet together then bends forward trying to both touch her toes and touch her forehead to her knees. Again, unsuccessful in the latter this time, but demonstrating just how far it should be tried. Then she spreads her feet apart well past shoulder width and squats several times. “If you want to dance, massages come after when you seduce your new lover with sensuality and emotion in motion,” she responds to one of the questions she actually responds to with a smile given toward Annabelle. Without standing up, she leans to the right, stretching out her left leg to the side while balancing on the right foot, still squatted on it. Then she does the other side. Once she finishes with that, she dusts off her hands and says, “Ok. That should hopefully avoid most of your soreness tomorrow. Remember to hydrate too. Now, for the dance part.” She moves over to her phone and sets it up to play some music. It is almost aimless techno music, fully instrumental, no lyrics at all. She puts the volume to max to make sure people can hear it. Then she stands with feet together, hands clasped behind her back, waiting for everyone to follow.
The music coming from Remy’s phone is this… (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2c2QHoj2Pcg )
Ava clucks her tongue a bit at something Remy says, tapping the stylus against the tablet a few times, before deciding to write in a flourishing script filled with unnecessary curly cues.
Jakem snickers as he glances to Annabelle “You heard the instructor, and you’re a good student right Anna? Gotta seduuce your way to massages.” he quips before mirroring the woman to an even lesser degree. At the announcement of the ‘dance part’ he springs to his feet limberly, shaking out his arms and shoulders a bit.
Kai stands up and folds his arms behind his back, grinning a little as he glances at the other students in attendance, he then starts to do the lower half of the cumbia, just to show off perhaps, he waggls his brows at Kaelyn, Annabelle and Jakem.
Annabelle gives a look over to Jakem, not exactly the most loving look to get from one’s significant other; grimacing as she rises up, casting the eyes from green hair to mid-section, to feet. “Yeah, Jak. Is it the scalpel or the bladed glove to get the blood running hot tonight, you think?”
Ava blinks a bit, actually looking up from her tablet at Annabelle’s words. She sucks in her lip a moment, then slowly turns her attention back to Remy. Mostly.
“Before you dance, you must feel. To feel, you must be quiet. You breath, you listen, you let the music roll through your body,” Remy says to the class, closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing, like this might be some sort of weird yoga class. “Let it flow through you, feel what the music is trying to tell you, what emotion it is trying to convey,” she says before taking in a deep breath. “I usually feel it in my shoulders first. Then my hips. But wait for it. Wait for it to find your feet,” she says to the class, even as her shoulders start to shimmy from side to side. Her hips, clad in shorts and leggings, start to follow in opposition to her shoulders. “Find the emotion, feel it, and then move,” she says, putting herself up on tip toes briefly before she slowly follows along with the beat, just moving mostly left and right for the time being, keeping her hands behind her.
Jakem snorts to Annabelle “Blood runs hottest in the veins.” he declares he says, not particularly quietly, though he does simmer down just a bit at the intructor’s instructions. Cocking his head as if to hear some distant sound, though the music’s loud enough. And then he waits, before his head begins to bob, and slowly he starts to move, not exactly as Remy does, but to the music at least.
Annabelle so happens to have a scalpel sorta caught on her person. She stows it away into the bag as she follows along, miming her best with a hip jerk left and then a hip jerk right, hands atop them with a wide spread of her legs like an 80s instructor waiting for her partner to finish the intended count from a home video.
Kaelyn pushes off the ground, trying her best to copy the movement despite her body’s protests. Still it was a little bit of a relief when they were able to just stand with their hands behind her back, this would be fine. Oh.. oh no. She takes a few breaths, following along. Feel the music? Her head tilts, putting too much thought into it and it shows. Something is off in the way she wiggles her shoulders and tries to find the flow.
Annabelle says, earnestly, “What kind of dance expresses frustration?“
Kai stops trying to show off and just listens to Remy, tilting his head a bit as he glances to the other students curiously.
Ava seems to be testing out some phrases silently as she writes them down “eclectic ensemble, no… eccentric ensemble. Uhm.” she mutters to herself.
“There’s no one right way to dance to start. Just feel it, move as it moves you, and go with the flow. Close your eyes so you can’t see each other, just enjoy the motion,” Remy says with a small smile on her lips as she shimmies with small side to side movements. Her arms and hands come up and start to sway with her movements. “What sort of emotion do you feel from this?” she asks of no one in particular, her eyes closed and unable to see how everyone is moving for the moment. “Probably something with stomping,” she answers to the question coming out of Annabelle’s mouth with a small smirk crossing her lips.
Jakem smirks at Remy’s response, closing his eyes “And me without my boots.” he comments with a chuckle, giving a bare footed heel stomp to the wooden floor, causing a dull *THOMP*. “Tsk.” he says, and then he starts to move. Nothing fancy, and not quite smooth; more of a jig, but lots of hip movements. Right, stomp, kick, swing, and jut the hip left, following it eventually to stomp, kick, swing.
Seemingly not quite realizing it, Ava has started to move a bit to the beat of the music, a little swaying motion that doesn’t seem to interfere with what she’s writing. She does eventually pause her jotting things down to snap a picture of the room, and then the instructor, catching a few students in bits and pieces.
Annabelle’s head tilts in concession with a bob of her head. Stomping sounds right. “My influences are external to the dance.” With a laugh, she gives a, “Right foot two stops!”
*thump* *thump*
“Left foot two stomps!”
*thump* *thump*.
She stops it there, however, merely bobbing her legs with a scant smile. “It’s probably about what I’m capable of at my level.”
Jakem hmphs “You’re capable of anything you put your hiney to.” he declares. It’s not skilled, but he’s moving about the stage at a pretty good clip, and taking a lot of the stage in the process. There’s some manifest destiny going on with regards to Kaelyn’s dancing space as well.
Kaelyn takes a small breath, emotion? She glances over to someone and then gives smile. Fine. Tuning out the class, movement and muscles. The oddity of her dance smooths out following the spirit of what had been first shown, though the movements were smaller and prone to change with a hiss. Or… well, it had been going better until her hips wiggled and she stopped with a flush. Instead, she contented to letting her feet slide over the stage and away from her conquered space, no quite realizing what was happening yet.
“I don’t think that was the emotion of the music though. Now that you’ve pushed your emotion out through your feet, see if you can feel the emotion in the beat,” Remy says before starting to sway with more exaggeration. No one part of her body seems to be moving in the same direction as any other part. One shoulder up and out, the other down and in, arms constantly opposite to each other as she flows back and forth. After a bit, she adds forward and backward movements to her motions, really working her abs in the process. “No wrong moves right now, just feel and move,” she says, still keeping her eyes closed as part of her trying to lead by example. “One of these lessons, we might even do some couples dancing. That is about syncing your emotions and flow with another person. Jakem and Anna should have an easy time of that, right?” she asks of the class, smirking for no real good reason.
Kai just stands in place and does the shake and throw dice move, humping his hips at the air arrthmyically, “Wooo!” he grins over to Kaelyn and Jakem.
“Capable my butt.” Annabelle smartly replies to Jakem in as low a dudely note as she can get. She nods at Remy and her sagely advice. “Jakem and I are really good at stepping on each other’s toes. I’d love that.”
If there aren’t wrong moves, then she’s gonna freestyle. She whips her arms out to her sides, evolving her hip jerk to whip her upper body and head like the possessed, throwing her hair around with a completely stable flush over her face.
Jakem continues to be a stage hog, glancing at Kai “You can double your winnings if you use both hands.” he calls out ‘helpfully’ to him as he shifts into a dance more akin to Remy’s, the raw chaos of the discordant movements drastically increased both by his lack of skill, lanky proportions, and just general bent. “Woot!” He calls to Annabelle. He grins “I bet we could alternate feet. You can step on my right foot, and I can step on your right foot.”
Despite not being part of the class, Ava has started to move as well, a little sway of the hips, a movement of the feet that carries her side to side with the music as her attempts to remain apart from it falter and fail.
Eventually though, a little alarm goes off in her tablet, something she quickly silences. She gives an apologetic smile to the room and quietly steps towards the door.
Annabelle stops yanking her head to save her skull from the whiplash, and stumbles right out of whatever emancipation her soul was trying to undergo from her body. “Ehhhn… Your feet are tougher than mine. Like. I’d need five foot steps for every your one unless I’m armoring my feet.”
Kaelyn legs seem to be doing most of the work, twisting her away from Jakem and surrendering her space entirely to the tyrant of the dance. Her feet barely moving the ground as she starts a tactical takeover of Kai’s dancing space since he wasn’t really using it. Arms move to the side, swaying with no rhyme or reason just doing her best.
Kai turns his back to Remy after a while and squats down, then starts to twerk at her, lifting his hands up above his head like an inflatible air guy, lets his arms drop and repeats the motion, not at all in rhythm with his lower half.
hmphs, moving to snag his phone from his pocket. His dance gets a little more ‘i’m just movin’ to the music’ for the time being, though he just keeps stealing Kaelyn’s dancing space, even when he’s barely paying attention. “Textin’ Esme, tellin’ her we’ll be a bit late to her thing.” He informs Annabelle. Once the text is sent, Jakem sees his opportunity for expansion, laying waste to both Kaelyn and Kai’s dancing space as Kai turns his back and Kaelyn starts to retreat.
As she finds a point in the music that calls to her better than others, Remy gets into more motion. She opens her eyes to make sure she does not run into anyone, but she starts dancing in what some might consider a lewd fashion, but which is entirely within her style of dancing above all others: Belly dancing. She even ends up on one foot, spinning with her arms up and other leg tucked in. “Once you feel the music, you can express the emotion in the way that best suits it,” she explains as she wiggles and shimmies and undulates a bit, especially showing off her bared mid-drift. This movement carries her away from Kai enough that she does not even bother responding to his silliness.
Annabelle retrieves her things as an alarm calls out from her phone, padding to the edge of the stage to retrieve her belongings, feet dangling over the side as she tugs her shoes over her toooes. She misses the crescendo of her teacher’s process, of what dancing could be instead of the minor head trauma her natural brain has been left with. If head-banging is an art, it’s one that needs neck muscle. “I’ve gotta run! Thing I said earlier, I’ve gotta teach for it. Muah- Muah-” She gives goodbye-kisses, just two to be interpreted by the crowd.
Remy comes to a stop near her phone, coffee, and heels. “Seems we’re losing what little momentum we had, so it is probably a good time to call it,” she says, crouching down to pick up the items at her feet so she can turn off the music. She slips on her stiletto heels and asks, “Any questions?” She tucks things away and then takes a good sip of her likely cold coffee.
Jakem nods to Remy “Do we get a grade?” he calls, raising his hand like he was in class. “I wanna know if I got a better grade than Kai, or his butt wiggle topped him off?’
Kai stands up and turns to Remy, “Can you teach this white boy to dance or not, cause I’m trying to learn to dance and so far… I just feel like I’m stretched.”
Kaelyn was preparing to conceded more ground until the belly dancing was brought into place. Feeling a little overwhelmed and under prepared. How was she even supposed to do that, but before she could ponder that thought the class was called to an end. She is slow to stop, tucking her hands in her hoodie pouch uncertain.
Remy leans against the frame of the stage and the curtain. “Your grade is knowing you tried and hopefully learned something,” she explains to the class. “Next time, we’ll try to actually do something more specific. But the stretching was still important. Remember to hydrate, Some of those muscles you may not normally use,” she reminds the class before sipping at her coffee. “I can teach anyone to dance, if they have discipline, focus, and desire,” she offers toward Kai though.
Jakem hmmm’s to Kai “I think we tied then. Next time, white boy.” the white boy says to the other white boy.
Remy says “If that is all?“
And with that, Jakem probably heads to the rest room? Who’s to say, he’s gone for about fifteen minutes wherever he’s going though.
“Yes Miss Johnson,” Kai tells Remy in a monotone, he looks to Kaelyn, “Ready to go?” he asks, tilting his head at her a bit.
Remy says “Then Class Dismissed.“
Kaelyn nods once, offering a smile to Remy, “Thank you for the class.” Glancing back Kai she grins, “I’m ready.”
Remy says “Have a good night. Enjoy the other class.“