A friend of mine from the show once said that all the cast got before opening night was 'five weeks intensive'. That comment somehow turned in to this little drabble about a rehearsal for the Jellicle Ball. Can be any cast, can be anywhere. Just random.
For any readers of Time To Shine: my exams are over now so I'm working on it properly again and I'm hoping to have an update for it soon.
The sound of raindrops on windows and the feel of hair slicked against skin mingling in the orange glow as bodies jostle. His muscles ached but he carried on. Sweat flicked from his forehead as he span but no one gave it a second thought. Hair swished round, hitting faces and sticking in place until the dance swooped down. One group rushed out as another rushed in. They stood to the side, leaning against walls, shirts tied tightly back against smooth stomachs and heaving chests, tugging on kneepads, hands on hips, eyes fixed on those still dancing. He ducks out and lets someone else step up. His chest heaves, his hands go to his hips but his eyes never leave the dancers. And suddenly he's back into the fray. Jostling for a place in the dance. None of them hear the music any more, it's become a dull pulse in the backs of their minds. They move in time to it, in time with one another. And all they're aware of is the sound of raindrops on windows and the feel of hair slicked against skin mingling in the orange glow as bodies jostle.