kiss the girl , greg *

[chanelle]

boy , you better do it soon ,
* no time will be better
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While Chanelle really was enjoying filming The Air I Breathe, she was completely exhausted and starving at the end of the day. Literally. After long days on set she pretty much got home, ate dinner, took a shower, and crashed on her bed…even if it was only like ten o’clock. That was a little embarrassing, but she wasn’t going to force herself to stay up just because she felt weird about going to bed at such an early hour. Anyways, today Chanelle was looking forward to meeting up with Gregory Peterson for lunch. She hadn’t seen him in a while and even though he claimed that he had no life, Chanelle was sure that they both had busy schedules. Regardless, she did want to catch up with him…no matter how tired she was. Luckily she knew that she was getting off the set relatively early today, probably because she was attempting to do some stunt work, but her double would take over after they had the shots with Chanelle. The character Chanelle plays in the movie gets killed when she gets hit by a car. Kind of a tragic way to die, but Chanelle really was excited to have the opportunity to try some stunts on set.

As the day progressed Chanelle learned to really appreciate the stunt doubles. She never actually got hit by the car, but she did role off the windshield and on to a huge blue mat…maybe she bruised easily or something, but it really hurt. Chanelle knew better than to complain though. After all, she was so fortunate to have been cast in the movie. It was a big deal for her to be playing Blake Bailey’s sister – at least it was a big deal for Chanelle. Being an unknown actress in LA seemed to be very common. Getting noticed was not easy and Chanelle really didn’t want to mess this up. Gossip spreads fast, and if word got around that she was always complaining on sets no one would want to hire her; and she wouldn’t even blame them. Chanelle rarely did complain out loud. For the most part she kept her thoughts to herself and just tried to make everyone else happy. That wasn’t ever possible though. No matter how hard she wanted to appease everyone’s wishes, there were always the people who got irritated her for just doing that. Apparently no one likes a people-pleaser.

Around 2:45 Chanelle was done for the day. A little sore, but not much to really complain about. Plus, she was just excited to head to Café Montmartre to eat lunch; and to see Greg, of course. Greg had always been nice to her and she admired his dancing, but she couldn’t say that she really knew him all that well. He was just fun to hang out with. Chanelle drove from set to the Café and was fortunate to find a close parking space. Usually she had the worst luck with finding parking, so she was always excited when she managed to get a good spot. Seriously, the smallest things had the ability to make her incredibly happy; she was almost child-like in that sense. With five minutes to spare, Chanelle stepped out of her car and headed into the café, briefly letting her eyes roam to see if Gregory had beat her there.

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THIS THREAD WAS WRITTEN FOR gregory / hannah ! AND HAS 558 WORDS. CHANELLE'S OUTFIT CAN BE SEEN here. THE LYRICS ARE FROM the little mermaid, kiss the girl BUT THE GRAPHICS ARE BY me! AND NOW ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS all done (:.

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[hannah4]

maybe she would finally understand
[MAYBE SHE WOULD FINALLY FACE IT BUT IF I COULD ONLY CHANGE IT]

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Okay, so to be completely honest, Greg had always had a bit of a crush on Chanelle. Maybe it wasn't as much of a crush as it was an attraction, but either way, he couldn't contain the excitement he felt over getting to have lunch with her. Aside from the fact that she was undeniably gorgeous, she had a natural gracefulness that he couldn't help but appreciate as a dancer. He jogged from the office in the back of his dance studio to the front where he turned off the lights and slipped himself through the door after locking it. He'd changed into a fresh pair of clothes, acceptable for a casual lunch date and, of course, dancing afterwards. He had good taste, no one could deny that. He had gone to Juilliard, been among the best of the best so he learned how to fit in with what he didn't believe himself to be. He knew he was a good dancer, but he sure as hell wasn't rich, didn't dress in the most expensive clothes, or any of that jazz. Not even now, he didn't exploit his money in every way possible, now that he was making a pretty handsome living for himself. Twenty or so private students willing to pay sixty bucks an hour three or four times a week was more than enough spending cash in his pocket, especially for a bachelor living by himself in the heart of the city.

He locked the door to his studio and proceeded around back to his motorcycle. It wasn't anything extremely flashy, but it did manage to get him from point A to point B, and in a decent amount of time. There was no room for unpunctuality in his mind. Sometimes, he admitted he could be a little shallow and use women for the wrong reasons, but if he wanted to he could be a real gentleman. He knew he was unreasonably manipulative, and it wasn't because he meant to be, but because that was how he grew up. Being kicked out of the house fresh out of middle school was not easy by any means, especially in Chicago with no other family within or near the state. Moving completely out of his comfort zone to live with his cousins allowed him to become insanely efficient in molding people to the form he wanted them to take. That only increased in college, once again in a new setting. Because of this, it was hard for anyone to really know Greg Peterson. The only person he would say did know him would be his sister, Kate.

The litheness of his bike allowed him to zip in and out of traffic with extreme ease, and also made for a ridiculously easy parking encounter. He simply pulled onto the sidewalk, and moved the shiny hunk of metal out of the way of pedestrians. It might have been slightly illegal, but the cops in the city had bigger problems to worry about than a young man parking his bike on the sidewalk.

Greg adjusted the collar on his shirt as he walked the short distance from where he'd illegally parked to the entrance of the cafe. He couldn't deny there were a few jitters in his stomach, only because he hadn't actually just gone out with a girl in a while. Ever since his messy breakup with Desiree, he'd been concentrating on his career, trying to get his studio and his dancers on the map while trying to come up with ways for him to get himself noticed. And when you were one in a sea of millions like starving artists were in Los Angeles, that wasn't as easy as it might seem. Even his sister was sort of famous, but that didn't help him. Not in the slightest. But he wasn't going to trot around thinking about how he couldn't accomplish the only goal he had for himself, not today. He was a blazing optimist today with a purpose for life, embodied in the gorgeous blonde he had spotted just a second or two ago.

He approached her from behind, nonchalantly slipping his arm very lightly around her waist. "Looking for someone?" he asked as he came up beside her, tossing down a very handsome smile. That was one thing women seemed to like about Greg. He was handsome, but not in a goonish way like most of the men he saw parading around like they owned the joint. He knew it was a little forward for being the first time they'd seen each other in quite a while, but he was a dancer, and that wasn't an uncommon thing for dancers to do while making their art. He knew - or at least hoped - she wouldn't mind. He had his flirtatious game on, or so he liked to think.

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hey there, chanelle, i have 807 words for you. i digress, it's okay. the lyrics are the audition and everything else is mine! he's wearing here. in other news, woot woot.

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[chanelle]

boy , you better do it soon ,
* no time will be better
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Chanelle jumped, her heart racing, as she felt an arm snake around her waist. “Looking for someone?” Realizing that it was just Gregory behind her she released a breath that she hadn’t noticed she was holding and turned around so she could look at his face. “You scared me!”

she chastised, her blue eyes wide. Chanelle let out a short giggle, indicating that she wasn’t angry, and then pulled Gregory into a quick hug. He looked cute today, nice and casual – his smile was always pretty cute, even Chanelle had to admit that. But as far as she was concerned, the two of them were just friends and she was happy with that. A girl couldn’t often have friends she could flirt with. Usually that just meant she was a tease, but Gregory never made her feel like she was doing anything wrong. He was quite a flirt himself so they seemed to get along really well. “You look nice,”

[/color] she commented, looking him up and down as soon as she had freed herself from the hug. Chanelle wondered if he had just come from dancing at his studio or if he had to be there shortly after they ate. She didn’t know much about his day, but she was certain that his current attire was something he could wear to teach the little tweenie-boppers some dance steps. Had her mind not been so focused on getting something in her stomach, she probably would have asked him about his plans for the day; Chan made a mental note to herself so that she would remember to ask once they were seated.

“I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but I’m starving,”[/color] Chanelle blushed, placing a hand on her stomach. “Mind if we grab a table?”[/color] The twenty year old didn’t think that Gregory would hold it against her for cutting their greeting short. After all, they had plenty of time to talk once they had ordered food. Chanelle sometimes let her blood sugar get too low and she had gotten dizzy enough times to realize that sometimes a girl just needs to put something in her stomach. Keeping that in mind, Chanelle turned towards the hostess and held up the number two with her fingers, indicating that they weren’t waiting for anyone else. Moments later she sat down across from Greg at a quiet table by the window, smiling as a menu was placed in front of her. She was hungry enough that she would probably just order the first thing she read on it; when Chanelle was extremely hungry she would probably be willing to eat almost anything. No time for being a picky eater when you definitely need to put something in your mouth. “So what have you been up to today?”[/color] she stated, her eyes already scanning through the Café’s menu. She was proud of herself for remembering to ask. Usually when she wanted to know something but did not ask as soon as the thought entered her mind she would never end up asking at all. Chanelle could be a bit of a space cadet sometimes, but she didn’t like to blame the blonde color of her hair on her fast-paced thoughts.

As a waiter came over and introduced himself, Chanelle offered him a rather flirtatious smile as she thanked him for the glass of water he had just placed in front of her. She probably sipped at it a bit to eagerly, but she had just been on set for roughly 9 hours if you included the time she spent getting her hair, makeup, and wardrobe sorted out. The girl was tired and hungry, but she was still happy to be hanging out with Gregory. Before the waiter left Chanelle asked him nicely if he would mind taking their order right away. She asked for a Caesar salad. “I’m sorry! I’m usually not such a pig. I guess I’m just not a fan of the food they have on set,”[/color] she apologized as soon as the waiter had walked away from the table. Chanelle wasn’t much of a picky eater when it came to what she was eating…but food that had been sitting out on an open table for hours just didn’t sound sanitary. Chanelle supposed that she really should just give in and eat the stuff, but the whole idea of a buffet that anyone could essentially pick through was enough to ruin any appetite. Although, if Chanelle had to keep working long days she would either have to start eating that food or bringing something with her; both solutions which would be much better than practically inhaling anything edible as soon as she was away from the set.

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THIS THREAD WAS WRITTEN FOR gregory / hannah ! AND HAS 786 WORDS. CHANELLE'S OUTFIT CAN BE SEEN here. THE LYRICS ARE FROM the little mermaid, kiss the girl BUT THE GRAPHICS ARE BY me! AND NOW ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS all done (:.

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[hannah4]

maybe she would finally understand
[MAYBE SHE WOULD FINALLY FACE IT BUT IF I COULD ONLY CHANGE IT]

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Feeling her jump under her skin, the inward version of Greg had to smirk a little. He wasn't sure why he, or most guys for that matter, enjoyed the cute little jump girls gave when you surprised them. Maybe it was just the satisfaction stemming from knowing the female hadn't known something. That was a detail that Greg often noticed; that girls always seemed to pick up on everything. He wasn't sure how they weren't all complete geniouses, considering how much thought they put into everything, whereas Greg was happy being able to logicize and reason out simple scenarios in his head. "Sorry," he apologized, giving a light chuckle. What was a friend for if you couldn't have a little fun? Well, it was more than that for him. After being with Desiree, the complete antithesis of Chanelle, he couldn't help but melt at her adorable naivete. As soon as he was pulled into the hug, he smelled her perfume and immediately reminded himself not to get too comfortable there, considering it was only a friendly gesture and ended as quickly as it had begun.

As soon as she complimented his attire, he had to look down to remind himself what he was wearing. He smiled a handsome smile, but gave her a quick once over as well. "You look rather cute yourself," he stated. He figured he'd keep the fact that he thought she'd look good in just about anything to himself. It was the first time they'd seen each other in a while and his goal was not to scare her off. It wasn't that he had no tact with women, he just didn't know how to approach ones he didn't find dancing drunk in a club at three in the morning. So he figured he'd let this "friends" thing they had going keep on until he came up with something better to do. He was a patient fellow, usually abiding by the 'good things come to those who wait' saying.

"By all means," he told her, following after her to the table and sitting down, after pulling her chair out for her of course. He could be ridiculously chivalrous when he wanted to be, but judging by the fit she put up about him paying, she wasn't too into chivalry, so he should probably lay off a little. He didn't mind. Gregory came with a past, just like any guy, but he was also a bit of a social chameleon. He could fit into whatever role he wanted to get the outcome he desired. Sometimes, that demanded him to be a pushy asshole, and others, like now, it required him to be a reserved gentleman with manners and morals. He glanced at the menu before she began a conversation about what he'd been doing. "I had a couple students this morning, then I did a little work on my studio," he explained. The studio he was in now was one he'd had built and he was still putting the finishing touches on it. "How was filming?" he asked, his face lighting up a little so he would seem genuinely interested. He actually was kind of curious as to what kind of work she was doing, considering she had a couple bruises on those long, slender legs of hers. Oh no, he didn't fail to notice. He might have been in a more conservative role right now, but he was still a guy deep down, and naturally noticed certain assets to a girl's body.

When the waiter came over, Greg eyed him carefully, then looked over at Chanelle. He couldn't help but be a little jealous of that smile she gave him, which seemed a little eager for just being a friendly gesture. He put it out of his mind as he glanced at the water on the table. He wasn't exactly thirsty, so he decided to let it sit for a while. After she ordered her salad, he ordered a chicken salad. Yes, he had an appetite, but he also liked dancing and not being obese. His metabolism didn't do all the work; to remain lithe enough to teach young girls how to dance required a very contained and austere diet. In his family, Kate was the one with the insane metabolism. He didn't really care either way, though.

At her apology, Greg laughed a little. Not at her, but at her apologizing. "Nothing to be sorry about! I completely understand," he said with a knowing smile. He didn't care - a girl that wasn't afraid to eat in front of him was a complete turn on for him. Those stupid bitches who sat there and just looked at the food he was going to pay for bothered him to no end. Then, when he dropped them off later, they'd go home and stuff their faces. He respected the ones who treated him like a human being and respected the same treatment from him. "So are you enjoying acting?" he questioned, just trying to eliminate the silence and get a conversation going.

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hey there, chanelle, i have 845 words for you. i digress, it's shitty. the lyrics are the audition and everything else is mine! he's wearing here. in other news, sorry this tookl so long and is so awful.

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[chanelle]

boy , you better do it soon ,
* no time will be better
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For a moment Chanelle wondered if Gregory was actually sorry for scaring her. She doubted he could be. After all, it was clear that his intent was to frighten her in the first place. I mean, why would he sneak up behind her and grab her shoulders if he wasn’t anticipating her to jump? Chanelle would never know what boys found so endearing about making girls feel nervous, even if it only lasted for a mere moment. It was one thing to make a girl feel safe; that Chanelle was completely capable of understanding. Most boys, well…nice ones at least, probably liked that they could make girls stop feeling insecure or worried about all sorts of things. That probably had to do with some manly idea of having to be a strong, protective guy. As far as Chanelle knew, that was probably the same reason guys liked taking girls to scary movies – or maybe they just liked it when girls got nervous and cuddled up to them. Probably the latter. Regardless of what most guys think, Chanelle still wasn’t quite convinced that Gregory was sorry for startling her. Then again, maybe he just thought he was being funny or that Chanelle had already seen him come in to the café.

It was funny to watch Gregory look down to remind himself what he was wearing. It was almost as if he couldn’t remember what he had chosen to put on when he woke up in the morning…which was understandable if he had crawled out of bed and just thrown on the first thing he found. Chanelle rarely did that unless she was sick or incredibly tired. She usually tried to look nice but she did have her off days once in a while. Who didn’t? “You look rather cute yourself.” Chanelle smiled and shifted her bag on her shoulder, her blonde hair bouncing a bit in the process. “Thanks,”

she smiled with a shrug. She was certain he had only been referring to her attire or that he hadn’t noticed the rather ugly bruises that were a bit noticeable on her skin. Usually Chanelle would be pretty self-conscious about such obvious flaws, but she was comfortable around Gregory. Plus, she doubted he would even care about them. When she was little she liked to play sports with her brother and his friends…she was pretty used to sporting a bruise or two. Now that she was almost twenty-one though she tended to try and refrain from such rough activities.

Although she probably wouldn’t be caught saying this out loud, Chanelle thought that Gregory was absolutely adorable when he pulled her chair out for her. Truthfully, Chanelle was a huge fan of chivalry. Well – small bits of it at least. She loved when boys would hold open doors, offer their jackets, pull out chairs…little things like that. Chanelle just didn’t like when boys felt like they had to be responsible for paying for things. She was by no means a feminist, she just liked things to be fair. If she was going to eat food there was no reason someone else should pay for it, especially someone who really had no reason to be buying her food in the first place. Gregory, for example, had agreed to meet Chanelle for lunch at her request…he shouldn’t have to pay for her to eat when she had asked him to join her. It just didn’t make much sense. “I had a couple students this morning, then I did a little work on my studio.” Chanelle wondered how many guys would willingly spend time to teach little pre-teens how to dance; she thought that what Gregory was doing was quite adorable. “Aww! I bet those little tweens are in love with you,”

[/color] she giggled. For a moment Chanelle tried to imagine what a class with Gregory and a bunch of little girls might look like, but she couldn’t picture it. Maybe one day she would stop by to watch him teach – it could be fun, right? “How was filming?” Well that was kind of a loaded question. Filming was definitely fun on most days…definitely a lot of work and exhausting though, especially today. “It’s really fun,”[/color] she answered, running a hand through her hair. “Today was a little rough, but I got to do some stunt work which was pretty cool,”[/color] she added as an after thought. Filming was fun, but it was still a job.

“Nothing to be sorry about! I completely understand.” Chanelle thought Gregory was just being nice to her. He really didn’t have to lie…she knew she was too eagerly asking for food. At least she was making it clear that she had a very healthy appetite. Oh well. She really wasn’t going to worry about Greg’s opinion of her practically rushing their lunch; he probably had better things to be doing anyway. “So are you enjoying acting?” Good question. Chanelle really did love acting; she just hated how competitive it could be. There were so many talented people in LA that Chanelle always felt like she wasn’t good enough – even when she did get chosen for a role. She was always sure that there was someone better. “Definitely,”[/color] she answered before taking a sip of her water. “It’s a lot of work but I really love it. Sometimes it’s hard when we have to be on set at crazy early hours, but I’m just grateful to have work,”[/color] Chanelle admitted. When she didn’t have work to do she was pretty much bored. Naturally she was a typical LA girl, but the mall and the beach could only be entertaining for so long. With acting she literally got to pretend to be someone else even if it was just for a few hours a day. When she was on set she didn’t have to be some naïve girl that people liked to make fun of. “Have you ever thought about acting?”[/color] she wondered, thinking that maybe that was the reason he had asked her about acting in the first place.

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THIS THREAD WAS WRITTEN FOR gregory / hannah ! AND HAS 1009 WORDS. CHANELLE'S OUTFIT CAN BE SEEN here. THE LYRICS ARE FROM the little mermaid, kiss the girl BUT THE GRAPHICS ARE BY me! AND NOW ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS sorry for the wait! i hate midtermssss =/.

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[hannah4]

maybe she would finally understand
[MAYBE SHE WOULD FINALLY FACE IT BUT IF I COULD ONLY CHANGE IT]

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Gregory let his mind wander for a second, thinking about his studio. He was so glad to not have to rent the broom closet he'd taught in before. This was just so much easier than trying to keep up with paying for that every month, along with everything else he didn't want to have to think about. No, he wasn't hurting for money, but he knew what that was like and refused to let himself fall into debt of any sort. He also enjoyed having his own space, with which he could do what he pleased. He just knew he was actually probably going to have to hire someone to work out logistics for him at some point. He was a little run down, trying to keep up with scheduling, costumes, and actually being there to teach the girls, but he didn't mind. Greg liked to be in control, so doing all of this kept him satisfied when his head hit the pillow at night. He watched her closely for her reaction to hearing what his day contained so far. He knew it was common for people to think he was gay just because he liked to dance, and it constantly raged in his mind, wondering why people had to associate male dancers with homosexuality. Couldn't he enjoy moving in time with music and not enjoy sodomy? It really got him fired up, but she seemed to melt at the idea of watching him prancing around a room with little girls in tutus. He laughed a little at her comment. He actually hadn't thought about it before one of Kate's friends brought it up. But he figured they probably did, considering they all looked up to him.

"More than likely," he said with a bit of a laugh. He never thought about them like that, simply because he didn't want to. He was an ethical teacher. Sure he'd sleep with almost any woman willing to spread her legs, but he wasn't one to corrupt little kids like that. Even he wasn't capable of debauchery such as that. He smiled, glad to hear she was enjoying what she was doing with her life. To Greg, that was of the upmost importance. He'd always been happy with what he was doing in his life. Teaching dance - to young people and old people - was something he truly loved. There was a passion that would just burn in his eyes while he did it, and day after day it would never get old to him. Sure he wished he could move on, out of this small studio, teach world-famous dancers and choreograph huge Broadway productions, but he reminded himself all the time that the people you see choreographing productions like that weren't twenty-six either. They were more towards the middle of their life. He was only starting out, and for now, it was enough to satisfy him.

As she said stunt work, he pictured her riding a motorcycle through a flaming glass window and had to laugh a little. She didn't exactly seem like that kind of type, though it would explain the bruises dotting her limbs. "Stunt work like what, leaping from building to building while being chased by rabid dogs?" The question was meant to be funny, not serious. Although Greg came across to some people as serious, he usually wasn't. At all.

She seemed slightly uncomfortable about the whole topic of food and the actual lunch part of their get-together, so he decided to switch back to a subject that she really liked. Her face seemed to light up when she spoke about acting, so that's the route he went. He understood her passion for it, since Kate was the same way. He nodded knowingly at her response, knowing it could really ware on a person. Look at Tristan Silvers, the idiot who always seemed to have a billion problems - and of course, he had a few slightly-intimate scenes to do with Greg's sister on their upcoming film, something Greg was rather unhappy abouth. Silvers had a good fan group, but Gregory was certainly not part of it. Having known Chanelle before she got into the acting scene, he kind of always thought she'd be a dancer or something, so of course learning she was an actress took him by surprise. He laughed a little when she asked him if he'd ever though about acting. "That's Kate's scene.." he said, the laugh lingering in his voice a little. "I've done a cameo role or two just because I was visiting Kate, but just because they wanted someone walking in the background," he said, messing up his hair a little in the back so it would lay differently. "But no. Dancing is really my thing," he explained, sounding a little thoughtful. He could never act, it would seem so awkward and forced.

He looked up as the waiter came back with their salads. He was about to comment on how fast it was, at least until he realized it only took a couple minutes to toss some lettuce and assorted vegetables together. "Thanks," he commented and picked up a fork. Sure salads weren't the tastiest things on the planet, but they did keep him healthy. Dancing at Juiliard under their strict rules allowed him to keep the proper diet. He liked what he was doing, and simply couldn't do it if he was obese. He took a couple bites of salad after dumping on some ranch - there was the unhealthiness - and looked over at her. "How's yours?" he asked, his eyes bright and friendly.

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hey there, chanelle, i have 934 words for you. i digress, it's shitty. the lyrics are the audition and everything else is mine! he's wearing here. in other news, lalalala.

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[chanelle]

boy , you better do it soon ,
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Chanelle laughed at Gregory’s response to her comment about his dance students. When she had taken dance as a little girl she had absolutely fallen in love with all of her male instructors; she even liked her male teachers in elementary school – probably because there were so few of them. “There’s nothing wrong with some young admirers,”

she smiled. Chanelle wondered how obvious she herself had been about how much she adored her teachers when she was younger. Hopefully she hadn’t been one of those irritatingly clingy kids. She didn’t think she had been, but it probably didn’t even matter anymore anyway. It was probably a little messed up how easily young girls could be captivated by older men. Chanelle even had crushes on her older brother’s friends. Although that was much more acceptable because they were always only a few years older than she was. In fact, her first kiss was with her brother’s best friend – Chanelle sincerely doubted that her brother was conscious of that fact. She would love to see his expression if he ever found out though; hopefully he wouldn’t be mad at her.

“Stunt work like what, leaping from building to building while being chased by rabid dogs?” Wow. Someone certainly had a wild imagination. “Whoa! How did you know that?”

[/color] she asked excitedly, sarcasm somehow lacing her tone. What movie would have a girl jumping across buildings with diseased dogs after her? Probably not one that Chanelle would be interested in. “No, really. Uhmm, my character gets hit by a car; so I was doing some stuff like that,” [/color]she shrugged. She didn’t feel the need to go into too much detail. It wasn’t as though she had actually spent her day getting hit by a car. That didn’t sound like it would be any fun at all – she actually felt bad for her stunt double who actually did have to go through that. Chanelle just had to bump into the car and fall on a mat for the most part. They also did a few takes where she almost got hit by the car and had to role across it, but she was suspended on wires with a harness so she didn’t get hurt. “It’s definitely more exhausting than most days of filming,”[/color] she admitted. That said a lot, though. She was almost always tired after a day of filming, and today she felt as though she could just fall asleep after she ate her meal. She didn’t doubt that after they were done eating she would just head home and take a nap. “I definitely appreciate having a stunt double,”[/color] she added with a nod, acknowledging the thought to herself as she spoke it out loud.

“That’s Kate’s scene..I’ve done a cameo role or two just because I was visiting Kate, but just because they wanted someone walking in the background.” Chanelle nodded, understanding that it wasn’t always fun to just do the same thing as your siblings. Chanelle didn’t know much about Greg’s sister; she doubted that they had ever actually met…and if they had, then Chanelle would feel really bad for not remembering her. “How is your sister? Will I ever get to meet her?”[/color] she asked curiously. Thinking back on what Greg had said about doing some odd acting jobs, Chanelle recognized that being an extra could be a lot of fun. Sometimes Chanelle still took parts as extras in movies or television series when she was between jobs. When she was younger she was almost always just an extra. “But no. Dancing is really my thing.” Again, Chanelle nodded. It was always good to know exactly what you liked or preferred to do. “I like both, I think. Dancing and acting, I mean.”[/color] When she was younger she definitely liked dancing more than filming but now that she was older she was starting to change her mind. She just felt like she had so many more opportunities when it came to making movies than when it came to dancing. She was a good dancer, but probably not nearly good enough to ever have a career in it.

Chanelle also politely thanked the waiter as he placed her salad in front of her. Due to her current state of hunger, she eagerly lifted her fork and started eating. She didn’t know if the food was just really good or just tasted amazing because she was so hungry. Normally Chanelle wasn’t the biggest salad fan – she didn’t dislike them, but she was definitely a carb girl. Pasta, pizza, bread…she could live off of that stuff. Unfortunately, Chanelle was definitely a bit health conscious, so despite her love of carbs she typically chose healthier meals. Not always though. “How’s yours?” Chanelle finished chewing and offered Greg a quick smile, “It’s really good. Yours?”[/color] Talking about food was never incredibly interesting, was it? Well maybe if there was a story to go along with the food. For example, every Thanksgiving Chanelle and her brother make this chocolate mousse sort of dessert and one year Chanelle accidentally turned on the electric mixer after taking it out of the chocolate …when the chocolate on the beaters went flying, it didn’t land on anything except her brother – the one person in the family who wasn’t really much of a chocolate fan. Chanelle thought it was hysterical but her brother wasn’t quite so thrilled. Oh well. Stories about food like that were somewhat entertaining, but Chanelle was never the kind of person to just sit around and talk about food unless there was some sort of story attached to it.

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THIS THREAD WAS WRITTEN FOR gregory / hannah ! AND HAS 934 WORDS. CHANELLE'S OUTFIT CAN BE SEEN here. THE LYRICS ARE FROM the little mermaid, kiss the girl BUT THE GRAPHICS ARE BY me! AND NOW ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS sorry for the wait! i hate midtermssss =/.

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