Post by Poppy Olivia Sokov. on Oct 29, 2011 22:05:45 GMT -5
Poppy;
"My car, my music! Deal with it, Poppers!"
Ugh! There was no getting through to this girl-- AT ALL. Poppy Sokov and Linda Collins had been fighting over the radio in Linda's jetta ever since they had left the house. They were sisters, yes, but not by blood. Poppy was adopted, but people still expected them to be the same. THAT would never happen. Poppy and Linda were as different as night and day. Linda was a tall cheerleader with straight blonde hair-- the picture of a freaking rockstar when Poppy was short with a mass of long dark brown hair that was near impossible to even attempt straightening-- not to mention she was a complete klutz when it came to walking. Yet here they were, together because Mrs. Collins insisted on getting Poppy back into dancing.
Back in Russia, when Poppy was still with her sister Deliah, the Twins were known for their dancing. They followed in their mother's footsteps and were pretty close to being prodigies. However, when their parents died and Poppy and Deliah were separated by foster homes, Poppy had stopped dancing because of the mental issues she was having at the time. Mrs. Collins thought it would be good to get her Russian daughter's head out of her books and get her back into dancing. So when her best friend Mrs. Sparrow mentioned the Silver Tongue Theater looking for dancers in their new production of course Mrs. Collins was going to insist Poppy go and audition... she was pretty ecstatic when she found that Poppy got a callback...
"So, like, you can dance... but you can't walk without falling on your face?" Linda remarked, Poppy narrowed her eyes on the setting sun in the distance, "Talk about contradiction." The Russian just shook her head, ignoring the blonde bimbo that drove the car that played god-awful music in her ears. Couldn't they just turn it off? Poppy was ready to kill herself if she had to listen to Justin Beiber ONE MORE TIME! "Can you please change this-- ... awvul music?" Poppy asked, trying not to sound irritated. Linda just glared at her and that was the end of that. Looks like Bieber fever was going to live on for the next 3 minutes....
When Linda's jetta finally approached the Theater, Poppy didn't even wait for the girl to turn off the engine. She grabbed her bag from the backseat and threw open the door with a "Pick me up at 8. Ve should be done en DON'T Forget!" Linda just rolled her eyes. Poppy's new sister tended to forget everything when she had her legs spread open for her favorite sports stars... gross. So Poppy rolled her eyes and got out of the car, rushing to the theater so that she could get at least 5 minutes of stretching in before they started. Stupid Linda had to make her late...
Poppy threw the doors open and hurried down the long dark wood hallways that lead to the center of the theater. Once she got inside, she could see the orchestra tuning their instruments. Good, there was no one of importance that would see her and knew she had gotten here late. Poppy hurried towards the stage, attempting to gather all of her curls and pull them into a high ponytail. That failed so she just left it down, sneaking backstage and towards the ballet bars to make it look like she was getting ready. She shrugged her hoodie off and brought her bag closer so that she could get her flats out.
Okay.... okay... still in the clear-- no one's even noticed her yet....