Friday, October 27, 2017

Practice, Practice, Practice (TW Ellen)

Ellen looked between her mom and the open door. She wondered where Talia had gone but didn't ask. She grabbed the teddy bear that sat next to her and clutched him tightly to her chest. The soft brown bear had been a gift upon her birth, funnily enough Derek had given him to her.

She waited in impatience silence for something to happen. Her socked feet began tapping against the hard wood floor. With closed eyes Ellen's feet moved through the paso steps that she had known for weeks now. In her head she could see herself doing her parts of the dance, with Derek if he didn't step on her toes.

Footsteps broke Ellen from her thoughts, she turned to see Peter Hale enter the room. With excited eyes, Ellen jumped to her feet and threw herself at the beta werewolf. Peter chuckled as he caught the five year old, he lifted her into the air and hugged her, he rubbed his nose against his cheek to scent the young wolf.

"Peter, why are you here?" she demands as she looks at the blue eyed werewolf.

"Well, a little birdie told me that you and Derek won't be doing the Halloween recital," Peter answered as he threw a frown in Derek's direction.

Derek glowered at his uncle’s not so subtle hint. He wasn’t going to deal with Peter, he turned back to the window to let Ellen handle his uncle. Peter was wrapped around Ellen’s fingers, he easily gave in to every whim and desire. It was both amusing and annoying to the Hale family, but Talia enjoyed seeing the softer side of her little brother, who was the enforcer for both Hale and Night Packs.

Ellen nodded her head in agreement with Peter's comment."Nope, we're not going it."

"Might I inquire as to why you aren't doing the recital? I was looking forward to seeing your paso doble routine with the costumes," Peter said as he looked at Ellen with a soft frown.

Guilt ate inside Ellen's stomach, she didn't want to let down Peter. He was one of her favorite people. He always made time to play with her. She pouted softly before she told Peter the truth, "Because I don't want Derek to step on my feet anymore. It hurts to dance when my toes are in pain."

Peter's blue eyes widened as he looked at Derek. He knew his nephew could do a paso doble without hurting his partner. He frowned when he caught sight of Derek's blank expression. "Well, I think that just means more practice for the both of you," Peter suggested as he looked back down at Ellen.

Derek growled at his uncle's suggestion. But he didn't fight him, instead, he got up and followed his uncle to the room that was used as a dance studio. Talia had wanted all of her children to know how to dance, no exceptions. Even her nieces and nephews had to learn this skill. Ellen's father had learned to dance with Talia and both Ellen and David were learning.

"All right, let's see how you two regularly dance. Maybe a different set of eyes will help," Peter suggested as he moved to the CD player to play the music.

Ellen took up their first position, her back to Derek and her gaze on the floor. With quick counts, Derek started the paso and Peter watched with critical eyes. (Since I have no idea how to write dance steps, I would like to refer you to watching a paso doble on YT.) 

After the music came to a stop, the pair separated. Ellen's feet in pain from Derek stepping on her feet. Both listened as Peter gave them their notes. He made both them start over again, with the suggestions he gave. The second try was better, not perfect but better. He tried to fine tune his ideas to help and had them do it one more time.

Their third attempt was much better, Peter praised the pair and suggested they keep practicing. He left the room, he wasn't surprised to see Talia and Elizabeth outside. The three peeked through the gap to see that Ellen and Derek were getting better with their dance. It looked like they might actually do the recital if they kept the good practice up.

TBC

A/N: Sorry for not posting on Wednesday. I got busy but I might be adding more to this piece on Monday. There will also be a few announcements so stay tuned for those.


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