infuse me with your rhythm- NanoWrimo 11/04
“You suck at this, Glass.”
Nureyev glares at the detective, frustrated. They were both in the Kanagawa Studio on a Sunday, when most dancers would be taking advantage of their day off. Juno was sitting to the side, watching him perform the dance again, and again, and again, criticising every movement he made.
“I certainly don’t know what you mean, detective,” he says airily, his tone at odds with the set of his jaw. “I am following the instructions perfectly.”
Juno makes a disgusted noise. “Did you just call the choreography instructions?"
"They’re synonymous, yes.”
“That’s not-!” Juno throws up his hands. “How did you even get this position?”
I’m excellent at passport forgery, Nureyev nearly says, then bites his tongue. This detective had an inconvenient way of making him want to tell the truth. “The talent scouts at the Kanagawa Dance Corps saw potential in me, I suppose."
"Shows what they know,” Juno mutters. Nureyev ignores the comment.
“Try again, Glass.”