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Noh Theater and Dancing
Thu Jul 24, 2014 2:50 am
Riley smiled. "Now then, what kind of role would you like to be? For example a hero, action girl, a thief or killer?" Chammy shrugged. "I don't know. I guess any role as long as I'm a girl." At this point, Chammy couldn't help but try to figure out what Riley was, so the teen decided to ask a question that she thought would give her an answer. "What kind of role do you like?" Riley thought about the answer for a bit before saying, "Any. Both male and female, it fits someone like me."
Noticing the curiosity in her eyes, Riley continued. "This lesson is getting a bit personal, but I can see your eyes just burning with curiosity. A role that would be absolutely perfect for me would be an IS, such as Natsu Hoshino." Riley paused. Chammy got it now, what Riley was. "You are familiar with that character right?" The teen nodded her head. "Yes. The book Natsu is from is known for showing a very real perspective of what it's like to be IS. It even won an award in the late 2000s and inspired other books." "Good, that is all correct." Riley stated. "I was actually in a play based on that book before."
The teacher not wanting to have Chammy learn not as much as she should, decided to go back to the lesson. "Anyway, the theater that we know of today isn't the same as it was when it first began. The origins of Western theater is from the festival of Dionysus and I would like you to read about it plus more Western theater history which starts on page 5 of your book. While the origins of Japanese theater started in 1270 with Noh theater, during this time it was called Suragaku. I'd also like you to read about this plus more of Japanese theater history which starts on page 7 of your book."
Riley turned to their briefcase, pulling out a screen and a remote. He pulled out three legs from the screen before setting it on the floor. Pressing a button on the remote a video started to play. "Observe. I would like you to take note of the gestures, the sounds, costumes, lights and essentially anything you think is important to the story." On the screen Chammy could see traditional Japanese instruments in the background of a old looking stage. Standing in the center as the instruments played and chants were sounded, was a person wearing a mask. The person's body was covered with a colorful kimono, one of their hands held a golden fan on the opposite side of that laid a sheathed sword. The performance wasn't very long, soon the screen went black.
The screen then showed a picture of a woman with the words: "Izumo no Okuni". The name sounded familiar to Chammy, the teen couldn't figure out where she had heard the name. Soon, she realized it when more text appeared calling her the founder of kabuki theater. The video was longer this time but it felt short for a documentary about a founder of something for Chammy. Though maybe it was just the teen this documentary was different than the ones the sixteen year old saw in school. When it ended, Riley turned it off then put both of the equipment back into their briefcase. ""She will be an important part of the quiz. Study her well." The human picked up their briefcase. "That is all for today. Farewell." The acting coach then left. "Bye." Chammy waved.
It didn't take long for Chammy's dance coach arrive. A woman with tanned skin and had the features of a Korean woman came up to her. The woman had a black messenger bag, the strap went across her plain white crop top. For bottoms, the woman wore grey chachi pants and on her feet was gray dancer sneakers. The woman's tanned skin and dark blonde hair did remind Chammy of Ganguro. "Yo~" The blonde stated in a singsong tone. "Nice to meet you. My name is Mirim." The woman extended her hand towards Chammy. The cosplayer took it, stating, "Nice to meet you Mirim. My name is Chammy." Once their hands stopped touching Mirim clapped her hands three times. "Okay! Let's get started." The dance coach stretched her arms a bit. "What have you prepared for me toooooooday?" Asking in a energetic tone as she set her messenger bag down then got out a laptop. The instructor soon sat on the floor, legs crossed with the laptop in her lap. Chammy with absolute confidence said, "Bad Girl Good Girl by Missay." The teen then reached into her scarf, unzipping the hidden pocket there before pulling out a flashdrive. Chammy then tossed it towards the dance teacher who easily caught it. The clacking of laptop keys could be heard along with a few click right after that. "Okay! Got it." The instructor said before raising up 3 fingers. Mirim then mouthed out 1, 2, 3 before hitting play and the music could be heard. The teen started to dance to the music.
Mirim clapped as Chammy exhaled, preventing herself from breathing hard for a long period of time. "Why did you choose that dance?" The dance instructor asked. "It had a leg extension in it." Chammy stated, then standing on one leg and lifting the other leg straight up in the air. The foot attached to the leg in the air was pointed, giving a more graceful look to the dance move. The teen set the leg back down to the floor. "Wow! You are flexible and I'm assuming from the way the muscles in your legs look plus that leg extension that you've been training for years?" The blue haired cosplayer stated, "Yes." Mirim continued, "I see and that from the way your legs look you have taken a class like ballet or lyrical or both before. Though from the way your belly looks you've also done a dance that uses belly moves such as hip-hop or bellydancing." Chammy nodded her head. "I've taken both ballet and lyrical. I've also taken hip-hop. Also when I was in the United States I was a cheerleader." Mirim nodded her head. "I see. Well then, we will first start off with stretches. Then I'll teach you a routine, okay?" "Okay!" Chammy nodded.
Noticing the curiosity in her eyes, Riley continued. "This lesson is getting a bit personal, but I can see your eyes just burning with curiosity. A role that would be absolutely perfect for me would be an IS, such as Natsu Hoshino." Riley paused. Chammy got it now, what Riley was. "You are familiar with that character right?" The teen nodded her head. "Yes. The book Natsu is from is known for showing a very real perspective of what it's like to be IS. It even won an award in the late 2000s and inspired other books." "Good, that is all correct." Riley stated. "I was actually in a play based on that book before."
The teacher not wanting to have Chammy learn not as much as she should, decided to go back to the lesson. "Anyway, the theater that we know of today isn't the same as it was when it first began. The origins of Western theater is from the festival of Dionysus and I would like you to read about it plus more Western theater history which starts on page 5 of your book. While the origins of Japanese theater started in 1270 with Noh theater, during this time it was called Suragaku. I'd also like you to read about this plus more of Japanese theater history which starts on page 7 of your book."
Riley turned to their briefcase, pulling out a screen and a remote. He pulled out three legs from the screen before setting it on the floor. Pressing a button on the remote a video started to play. "Observe. I would like you to take note of the gestures, the sounds, costumes, lights and essentially anything you think is important to the story." On the screen Chammy could see traditional Japanese instruments in the background of a old looking stage. Standing in the center as the instruments played and chants were sounded, was a person wearing a mask. The person's body was covered with a colorful kimono, one of their hands held a golden fan on the opposite side of that laid a sheathed sword. The performance wasn't very long, soon the screen went black.
The screen then showed a picture of a woman with the words: "Izumo no Okuni". The name sounded familiar to Chammy, the teen couldn't figure out where she had heard the name. Soon, she realized it when more text appeared calling her the founder of kabuki theater. The video was longer this time but it felt short for a documentary about a founder of something for Chammy. Though maybe it was just the teen this documentary was different than the ones the sixteen year old saw in school. When it ended, Riley turned it off then put both of the equipment back into their briefcase. ""She will be an important part of the quiz. Study her well." The human picked up their briefcase. "That is all for today. Farewell." The acting coach then left. "Bye." Chammy waved.
It didn't take long for Chammy's dance coach arrive. A woman with tanned skin and had the features of a Korean woman came up to her. The woman had a black messenger bag, the strap went across her plain white crop top. For bottoms, the woman wore grey chachi pants and on her feet was gray dancer sneakers. The woman's tanned skin and dark blonde hair did remind Chammy of Ganguro. "Yo~" The blonde stated in a singsong tone. "Nice to meet you. My name is Mirim." The woman extended her hand towards Chammy. The cosplayer took it, stating, "Nice to meet you Mirim. My name is Chammy." Once their hands stopped touching Mirim clapped her hands three times. "Okay! Let's get started." The dance coach stretched her arms a bit. "What have you prepared for me toooooooday?" Asking in a energetic tone as she set her messenger bag down then got out a laptop. The instructor soon sat on the floor, legs crossed with the laptop in her lap. Chammy with absolute confidence said, "Bad Girl Good Girl by Missay." The teen then reached into her scarf, unzipping the hidden pocket there before pulling out a flashdrive. Chammy then tossed it towards the dance teacher who easily caught it. The clacking of laptop keys could be heard along with a few click right after that. "Okay! Got it." The instructor said before raising up 3 fingers. Mirim then mouthed out 1, 2, 3 before hitting play and the music could be heard. The teen started to dance to the music.
- Chammy's Dance:
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Bad Girl Good Girl
Chammy doing the part of the girl with short black hair
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUEg6EgeNb4
Mirim clapped as Chammy exhaled, preventing herself from breathing hard for a long period of time. "Why did you choose that dance?" The dance instructor asked. "It had a leg extension in it." Chammy stated, then standing on one leg and lifting the other leg straight up in the air. The foot attached to the leg in the air was pointed, giving a more graceful look to the dance move. The teen set the leg back down to the floor. "Wow! You are flexible and I'm assuming from the way the muscles in your legs look plus that leg extension that you've been training for years?" The blue haired cosplayer stated, "Yes." Mirim continued, "I see and that from the way your legs look you have taken a class like ballet or lyrical or both before. Though from the way your belly looks you've also done a dance that uses belly moves such as hip-hop or bellydancing." Chammy nodded her head. "I've taken both ballet and lyrical. I've also taken hip-hop. Also when I was in the United States I was a cheerleader." Mirim nodded her head. "I see. Well then, we will first start off with stretches. Then I'll teach you a routine, okay?" "Okay!" Chammy nodded.
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Re: Mansion Meeting (private)
Fri Jul 25, 2014 7:35 pm
Moroi had finished wheeling himself up to the banister, barely tall enough in his seated state to peer over the high railing and down at her next evaluation. The dancing, as a whole, was something that filled him with a considerable amount of envy. Even if he wasn't beginning to harbor a crush he would never admit for the girl, he would have been entranced by her dance. As was...rather blatantly obvious from his condition, Moroi was not capable of moving the way she did, not without his Akagai or heavily utilizing his powers, and with the latter he could only maintain basic human function for a couple of hours. Certainly not enough time to fully learn to move the way she did. It was a rather strange combination of awestruck jealousy that Moroi was feeling at that moment as he slowly leaned back in his chair, watching the performance silently through the partitions. As he took in his new employee, the snippy little Italian woman, her singing coach and so far the only one of her coaches that seemed to even acknowledge Moroi's presence, closed the distance and took her spot, standing equally silently next to Moroi, watching her new charge. Moroi's voice was soft, pensive, and somewhat strained as he spoke, his eyes not leaving Chammy.
"Well, is she workable?"
To a normal person, they might not have noticed the shift in his voice. But this was not the first time he had employed this woman, someone had to teach him to speak like a normal human being and she was the one he hired, it was fortuitous that her skills were flexible, and she was one of the few people who did seem to get an accurate read on Moroi. She knew what the shift in tone meant. A knowing smile crept on to her face as she looked down at her employer as it slowly shifted back to the girl. The answer was yes, she had the talent, she had the drive, she had the natural beauty, the only question left that needed answering was if she had the luck. Regardless of how talented, driven, and attractive you were, a heavy element of luck was always, always required. She had already stumbled on to a lucky situation by catching Moroi's eye, but she also had to catch the eye of billions of people for her to serve Moroi's purposes, that question still had not been answered.
"Yes, she'll do. I would be careful though, Little Wareyasui. Relationships between manager and performer very, very rarely end well, and that's with normal people. Any attempt you made would be a train wreck before it even began."
It was imagined, certainly, but you could almost feel the temperature drop in the area around Moroi, his head slowly prying itself away from Chammy and fixing his rather terrifying stare on the italian woman once more. He knew, in some small part, that she was right, and that the aforementioned crush was probably an issue, but he certainly did not care for the woman scolding him for it, or even the fact that she could notice it. The stare was held for a few moments, really let the dread sink in. She had dealt with him since he was a small child, but even now she was rather frightened by that heterochromatic gaze. The boy struggled to maintain his "human" speech pattern as his eyes returned to Chammy, but when she demonstrated why she chose the dance and her flexibility with the leg raise, Moroi was not able to keep his focus.
"Idon'tthinkyouknowwhoyou'retalkingtowoman."
"Fine, robot boy, I'll talk put it in words you can understand. Don't attempt to mate with her, it's more trouble than it's worth."
She left soon after that comment and as Wine went in to her stretches and the routine Mirim had planned for her. Moroi continued to watch in silence, trying hard to shake off what the woman said, but he wasn't sure which part he was trying to shake off. The idea that he actually had feelings for this girl...or that those feelings would most likely not be reciprocated. It made sense, she was mobile, she was vibrant. He wasn't sure what common ground they would possibly have. She was right for other reasons as well, he shouldn't entertain these kinds of distractions anyway. Thirty minutes elapsed since they began learning the routine Mirim sought to teach, a soft sigh escaping Moroi as he felt the time turn to seven thirty in the evening. Rolling back up to the edge of the banister, Moroi looked back down on the pair, his voice now calmed back down and measured to normal human speech patterns.
"Time has elapsed, she has other duties to attend to now."
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