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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 16, 2006 10:52:33 GMT -5
Dancing lessons were today. At the Montez. As always. And Rachel's mother was conducting them. Quadruple shit. That morning she had gotten up, with the maid rapping on her door at eight thirty in the morning with a cup of hot coffee. It was then that she had remembered dancing lessons were that day, right after the blissful haze of half-sleep had worn off--like a drug. She had rubbed her eyes and murmured something completely apalling and out of line. The maid had told her that her mother was waiting downstairs in the foyer, and to get dressed--then she had hurried out. Rachel sat in her queen-size bed sipping her coffee until she felt compelled to haul ass out of bed. She pulled out a silver satin shrunken Joie blazer, a white silk lace-edged cami, and a white Alice & Olivia mini peasant skirt. Silver patent leather Louboutin peep-toe stilettos completed the country-club-worthy look. A quick brush of the hair and a dash of eyeliner, then she was downstairs and in the car with her mother, who was wearing a petite salmon pink Chanel cocktail dress. Totally inappropriate. Plus, salmon was so last year. The car pulled into the Montez and the valet whisked it away. Rachel almost sprinted in, trying to get away from her pretty-but-kind-of-trampy mother, who was almost tripping in four-inch heels. When she entered the room where dancing lessons were set to take place, the light almost blinded her. It was large and full of the stuff, with light-yellow painted walls and picture windows nearly covering the pastel paint. Gold gilt-edged tables were covered in ivory satin tablecloths, and there was a cherry-wood dance floor in the center. Rachel sat down primly on a chair, sipping a complimentary glass of water from a waitress, waiting. [/size]
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Sept 17, 2006 8:47:49 GMT -5
Another glance towards the clock almost sent the glass in her hands dropping towards the floor. It was five minutes past the time she was supposed to leave for the dance lessons Rachel had planned. Spencer set down the glass and grabbed her bag the rest at her feet. “Shit, if I’m late.” She muttered to herself before shooting an edged smiled towards her brother and literally running out of the door. Okay, so today the whole ‘dance lessons’ were planned for the girls for the cotillion. Spencer wasn’t exactly thrilled to go, but it was mandatory and didn’t /really/ mind.
To make up the outfit, Spencer had slipped on a pair of plain black soffees and a solid white cami. All right, she wasn’t going to look as glamorous as Rachel, but then again, when did she ever? Opening the car door and throwing her bag, which consisted of a pair of faded blue jeans that ripped at both knees and a solid black cami—both acting as her changing clothes after the lessons, into the back seat. Spencer glanced over towards her dad, giving him a weak smile before buckling up and getting situated in her seat. Her dad had offered to drive her since she yet had a driver’s license. Her dad returned the smile before backing out of the drive way and heading towards the Montez hotel.
Upon arriving only a mere ten minutes later, Spencer reached behind her seat, took the bag in hand, and was out of the door with only a soft ‘bye’ to her father. Her view cast upon the building, scanning its outer edges and then settled upon the glass doors in front of her. Slowly, Spencer made her way towards the doors, walking in and pulling out a slip of paper from her bag. The ripped paper consisted of the room number that she was supposed to meet in. Looking around the lobby, Spencer’s eyes came upon the room as she walked towards it and soon found herself in the room, and walking towards Rachel with a smile. Spencer set her bag down and sat down on a chair next to Rachel. A heavy exhale was heard departing from her mouth before crossing her legs at the knees and placing her hands in her lap. “Hey” she managed to say after the breath she had taken only seconds before.
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Post by Dream Lee Victory [<3] on Sept 17, 2006 16:55:44 GMT -5
Dream's eyes fluttered open just in time to hear her annoying alarm clock. She turned it off quickly before it could get any more annoying and sat up in her king size bed.
Last night she had just gotten home from seeing family in Maryland and now today was dancing lessons. The joy. It's bad enough she was hardly hear and didn't tell anyone she was leaving, but now theres dancing lessons and she doesn't have a date. Probably won't either.
Slowly climbing out of her bed she made it toward her closet. Turning on the light she wondered inside and looked for something to wear. She saw jeans and more jeans, but since there were no jeans allowed she'd have to search for a skirt. "Great." Dream muttered to herself. Helplessly she searched the railings of clothes hung up and finally came across a black and white plaid mini skirt with L.A.M.B written on it in many places in medieval type letters.
Pulling it off it's hanger she looked for a matching top. She came across a cute white Cami with L.A.M.B across it in the same medieval brown letters. "Okay this works." she said and walked out of the closet.
Within minutes Dream was dressed and quickly brushed out her hair and put on some eyeliner and lip gloss. Slipping on cute black ballet flats she grabbed her purse and rushed downstairs.
Everyone was still in bed so she quietly grabbed her car keys off the counter and walked out the front door. Walking over to her black on black gt mustang convertible 2006 she beeped it unlocked in hopped in. Once inside the car she pressed another button so the black gates blocking off her driveway slowly opened. Finally driving off her property she started on her way to The Montez Hotel.
Dream parked her car and quickly got out and locked it. Looking up at the stunning building she smiled. It was good to be back home in luxury. She walked through the glass doors and toward the dance room.
Inside were Spencer and Rachel. Of course they both looked stunning and probably way better then she did or ever did. Slowly she made her way over to them and gave them a small smile. "Hi." her voice was soft and kind, but she somehow felt like she didn't belong.
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Sept 17, 2006 17:17:56 GMT -5
Her eyelids drooped and her shoulders sagged and she probably would have fallen asleep again if her 'darling' mother hadn't had the honor of shaking her shoulders unteil she jolted awake. Lauren was so excited for the dancing lessons. not. First of all her beloved Rachel would be there,joy. And of course her mother,(not to mention, who looked like a whore) was helping out, as she said. Her mother and her had a great relationship. Yeah when she was five.
Lauren's eyes caught glance of the sequins that were splayed across the silver ballet flats that she was wearing. Her black leggings clung to her thin legs and over them was a long gray sweater with large buttons. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail and heald together with a simple black ribbon. Her attire was casual. Not really for effect or anything but of pure boredom. Sure California was like loaded with drama but it sure didn't seem like that with Lauren. Now that her and Rachel were uhm fighting/kind of/ and she was with Matt things were just so simple and easy, and that is not the way that Lauren Conrad lives. Ok Matt was gorgeous and smart and funny and safe. But that was it, he was too easy to get and there was absoloutely no challenge. Where was the bad boy he had been that first day she had met him? She wanted exciting, fun, dangerous. [/font][/size][/color]
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Post by Noelle LaMere on Sept 17, 2006 20:33:02 GMT -5
A small frown formed on her lips as Madelaine awoke the girl. And in Noelle's opinion it was way too early to be getting up. After taking a hot shower she stepped out of the steamy room to find something to wear. As she heard a tea kettle whistle loudly from downstairs and a small smile formed on her lips. The whistling meant some of Madelaine wonderful tea. She was soon dressed in a white cotton poka-dot shirt, collared. A black ruched top was worn over that. Lacey and all. And the outfit was completed with a accordion-pleated skirt. The whole outfit thanks to Azzedine Alaia. It was very simple, or she thought it was. But at the same time she liked the way it looked. Slipping on a pair of black shoes to go with the black of the top shirt and skirt she left her room after putting some curls in her hair and applying the little make-up she wore. Once downstairs she slowly sipped the tea after she slid into a cushioned seat in the kitchen and it was soon time to go soon after finishing. Leaving the cup where it was she made her way out to the warm car that was waiting for her. She was still tired, and a little chilly for the temperature of the house was normally low, and the warmth of the car felt nice on her goose-bump arms. After a little while of driving she soon reached he destination and leaving the car with the valet she moved inside the Montez. Upon getting into the room and spotting Rachel she made her way over. "Hey." she said then in greeting.
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Post by Channel Courtney Stone on Sept 17, 2006 20:49:39 GMT -5
Channel strolled in wearing a short white flowery Dress with a black sash at the waist. She looked very pleased with herself for some odd reason. Maybe it was Ryan? Or was it Jake? Who knew with that girl. Her hair was sweeped up in a perfect pony tail to keep her blonde locks out of her face while she was practicing.
Channel smiled and blew kisses to all the girls in that room not caring that it was Rachel's signature move to do that. Channel than spotted her Best Bitch(In the best way possible) for life with Rachel and Spencer. She went over to the blonde beauty and said "What's up sexy? Got a hot date tonight?" It was always on of there inside jokes.
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Post by angelinagiotti on Sept 18, 2006 16:03:07 GMT -5
Angelina, also known as Angel, walked into the the Montez Resort. Her long hair was pulled up in a messy, but casual cute bun on the top of her head. The white fitted polo she was wearing made her already great natural tan skin look even tanner and the cute black cotton mini she was wearing showed off her great long and in shaped legs. Hot.
Angel had to admit that the hotel was quite beautiful and very huge. She was happy that the dance lessons today were in there instead of some dump or something.
When entering the room she was directed to go in she saw a group of girls talking to each other. Not really knowing any of them, but recognizing Channel, she sat her bag of changing clothes by the wall and sat down pulling her knees to her chest as she waited for her brother.
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Post by Leon Antonio Giotti on Sept 18, 2006 16:08:47 GMT -5
After dropping off Angel at the door of the Montez resort Leon made his way through the parking area and quickly found a place. Getting out of the car and locking it he made his way toward the building.
Leon was quite nervous about this dancing thing. He can dance, quite well actually, but he didn't really know anybody. He was new and town and it was quite weird for him to be dancing with the ladies in the town and not even knowing them.
He was dressed in nice black loose pants and a matching black polo. On his feet were those black dress shoes that you hardly ever see a guy wear other then on his wedding day, if that. His hair was slick back and curly. Cute as can be.
Leon walked into the room and saw his sister sitting alone. He quickly made his way over and sat down.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 18, 2006 19:40:23 GMT -5
There she was. Like Rachel’s Under Study. Poised, Confident, and get this, Sexy. Elizabeth dropped her cigarette on to the ground, and stomped it out with her all white peep toe shoes. Her legs were shown off as nicely trimmed, slightly athletic. On her hips was a black micro mini, ruffled slightly with layers. On her top half a black polo with a white cami underneath, and white lace poking through V Cut of the polo.
Stepping into the room, she walked with confidence, strutting to her place, not giving a damn about the world. She noticed people she knew and didn’t know. Different OC faces, but whatever. They were all her to do the same thing. ‘Learn’ to dance. Two words. Dance Class. E could waltz and tango, and could dance on a dance floor full of sweaty people too. This was going to be a breeze. [/center][/size]
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 20, 2006 13:41:39 GMT -5
Rachel semi-sneered, watching the girls mimic her, if it was a concious effort or not. She hugged the ones she loved, currently: Noelle, Dream, E.V., Channel, and Spencer, flashing signature smiles. Rachel brushed nonexistent dust off of her sexy tight satin blazer, pursing her lips and flicking her hair back. "Okay, ladies, the proprieter of this lesson should be in in a moment--"
Rachel was cut off by her mom, gorgeous but fake, standing on the top step of the bridal staircase, clinking a fork against a wine glass. "Ladies! Ladies! Eyes up here, not on my daughter!" Her mother flashed a knowing smile in her infamous daughter's direction, doing the smoothing-her-cocktail-dress thing with one hand and sipping the champagne with the other.
Her mother, Alexa, was pretty in a very O.C. way. Her hair was the same dark brown as Rachel's, but straightened--not held wavy like the daughter's--and with some honey-blond highlights. She wore that salmon pink satin Chanel flamenco cocktail dress. It was a pretty hot dress, and Rachel's mother actually looked good in it, though it WAS a bit inappropriate.
Rachel smirked, leaning back in her chair, simply waiting for the madness to begin. And it wasn't even cotillion yet!
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Post by Dream Lee Victory [<3] on Sept 20, 2006 19:23:19 GMT -5
Dream smiled and hugged her dear friend back as she pushed a strand of her blond hair from out of her blue-green eyes.
With a sigh she looked over at Rachel's beautiful, but yet over dressed mother as she spoke.
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Post by Taylor Clear on Sept 21, 2006 14:05:49 GMT -5
Okay, she'd admit it. Taylor was excited.
That morning she had set her alarm for about a half an hour before she had had to wake up--obviously a very different thing from all the other gorgeous girls still snoozing in their California king-size down comforters.
Taylor had taken a shower and--with great pains--curled her hair. This was something she did very rarely because her locks were so thick that it took around an hour and a half. Taylor didn't believe in suffering for beauty, so waiting while the iron spiraled her hair was utterly out of the question.
Today, though, she was hoping to see Danny. Somewhere, that little voice told her that he was madly in love with Rachel and that curling her hair wasn't going to get her anywhere, but the other--however vain--part of her told her conscience to shut the hell up.
Her blonde locks looked cute, curled right down to her shoulders in sexy spirals. It was so odd that anything at all on Taylor looked sexy, because she usually got described as "cute." Inspired, she had pulled out a starched white linen Escada dress, tied under the bust with an espresso brown ribbon, sewn on tight. The shoes she selected were espresso brown leather peep-toe sandals. The front was like a regular heel with a peep toe, and there was no back. Taylor selected a espresso brown leather Coach clutch to to go with this. A little peach shimmer eyeshadow, some translucent sparkly gloss, and a little brown Chanel mascara--she was good to go.
Her mom, who had whistled when she went down the staircase, gave her a homemade waffle for breakfast (ooh, carbs!) and driven her over to the Montez. Taylor's heart was beating double-speed in her chest as she stepped out and almost ran in. Was it possible she was late? Rachel's mother's voice reached her ears as she stepped in and went over to stand next to Rachel and dream.
She felt completely self-concious. Rachel looked gorgeous and totally trendy-chic, but she always did. Spencer was sporty-cute, however casual--she was always pretty. Dream looked like her usual hot punk self. Channel looked preppy-classic-cute, and very blonde. That Italian girl--Angelina? She looked sexy... Ugh, how was Taylor supposed to compete? [/center][/size]
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 21, 2006 18:35:56 GMT -5
Rachel's mother noted Taylor's appearance with a quick disapproving nod, giving her a why-the-hell-are-you-late glance. Nobody, apparently, was allowed to be late for Alexa Schellenberg's dancing lessons.
She wishes.
Again, the fork on the glass. The sound grated on Rachel's ears. It was so ahn-noying and repetitive, and she was losing patience quickly. None of the boys except Leon had even bothered to show up, which was totally pathetic. Where was Nick, and Danny? They were supposed to be here. What about Jimmy, Jake, Ryan, Scott, and Matt? They were expected to attend as well!
Again, Alexa had decided to speak. "Okay, darlings, it appears the boys have not shown up yet. I wanted to just put you in order of entrance. You must wear white dresses. You must arrive an hour early. You will be in the dressing room, and then proceed in order down the bridal staircase I am standing on. The order will be..." Rachel's mother spoke quickly and decisively, glancing around the room, waiting for everyone to arrive...
"Angelina Giotti. Kristin May Summers. Dream Victory. Amberlynn Rogers. Lindsey Tudor. Adrienne Martin. Noelle LaMere. Olivia--no last name on file. Channel Stone. Spencer Carlin. Lily... Rivera. Suzanna Arquett... I think she goes by Zanna. Taylor Clear. Lauren Cooper. Elizabeth Martin. Rachel Schellenberg."
"Now, this order cannot be changed. I want no complaining. You will descend the staircase looking beautiful, clearly. You're debutantes. Hold yourself as such. Your father will escort you down the staircase, and then your date will take your arm at the bottom and do the classic waltz with you. None of this..." She giggled. "Grinding." [/center]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 21, 2006 20:19:34 GMT -5
Elizabeth smiled at the women. Yes! Second to last! That's was the best spot anyone could get. Rachel was last, best for last, of course. Her father would be delighted! Looking up from her nails, which were white tipped, Elizabeth looked like she had just stepped out of a magazine. She was in that ‘Yes, I’m Fab’ pose and her expression just screamed ‘Auh-mazing’.
Suddenly it struck her! Jesus Christ, where the hell was Cole! Oh No, he was not doing this. This was not making her happy, she didn’t need to be here first and foremost, and she certainly didn’t need to be here alone….
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Sept 21, 2006 20:41:38 GMT -5
Upon the other girl’s arrivals, Spencer smiled towards each other them with a look of comfort. Though she had not known all of them, she tried her best to seem as nice as possible. I mean, she /was/ nice, wasn’t she? Though the thought had not come to her directly, Spencer shook it out of her mind and glanced up towards Rachel’s mother upon hearing her voice. She examined the dress that Rachel’s mother wore and smile deceivingly towards her, pursing her lips afterwards. Spencer was honestly excited about cotillion. Many things were set to happen that night, or so she hoped. Firstly, she was going with Ryder. For once she wasn’t nervous about it, seeing how comfortable she was around him. Also, something suposively was set to go down that evening, a certain something that her and Rachel had planned, but it wasn’t like Spencer to bring the subject back up. It either happened, or it didn’t, as simple as that. The smile quickly faded on Spencer’s face as she thought it time to be serious. She was indeed a fast learner, but these dance lessons had to go smooth, embarrassing herself would only make matters worse. But wait, what was already going bad in her life? Eh, nothing. But Spencer didn’t want to be the talk of the dance lessons; it didn’t suit her to be gossiped about, unless it was for good reasons.
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