Post by LESLIE MICKEY SUMMERS on Mar 27, 2011 16:48:48 GMT -5
Leslie woke up to his phone going off today, and had listened to his manager rant for thirty minutes about how he needed to still be practicing his dancing and things even if they weren’t on tour at the second. The tour had been pushed back so the bassist could do some reality TV show and so they could finalize a few details so he had decided to head back home for the time to just relax before having to go back out on tour. Hell he flew home whenever he could even while on tour and things because there was just no place like home and besides who wanted to be away from home for long anyway? He happened to like living in the house he’d grown up in because it was where he had all the memories of his parents and while he was home he could go put flowers on their graves and things too. Today though seemed like he needed to be doing his practices which meant he was rolling out of bed early and getting dressed into sweats and a tank since he’d just be working up a sweat and not trying to impress anyone.
The sunglasses he always wore when outside were on his face as he headed out the door with his laptop bag thrown over a shoulder and wearing one of his plain black hoodies. First stop was the always important coffee stop getting the “fuel” he’d need to make it through the morning of practicing and such. He sipped his coffee as he called the choreographer to make sure the manager had gotten it right about how he’d have time as he headed to the dance studio to borrow some of their space for his practice. Getting there he set up his laptop so the webcam was on and practice started with the teacher calling out his mistakes, telling him when he was finally getting the moves right and much sweating with a little stripping as he took off the hoodie and his shoes and socks to get more comfortable as his practice went on.
He finally closed the call down on this laptop once he was finished with the list of dances for the tour that was coming up and sighed turning on the music list and started going through it again on his own this time. He needed to make sure he had it all down or he’d be making an ass of himself up on stage. Singing along with the track’s he got lost in the music and dancing as he practiced and basically performed there in the dance studio even though he was without the rest of the band and was signing along to his own voice. It felt good to work out and practice because he’d gotten a bit lazy lately so he easily got lost in it all and forgot to watch what time it was or if anyone else was around.
[ x ] WORDS:: 497 *
[ x ] MUSE:: strong *
[ x ] NOTES:: I suck at starting *
[ x ] LYRICS:: world behind my wall – tokio hotel *
[ x ] CREDIT:: to SIN for makin this. No stealing.*
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