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The somewhat tattered curtains open a woman stands on stage her kimono is shoddy a faded black, but the girl herself has caught the patrons eye. As the scene begins her movements remind him of a martial art slow, but precise everything flowed before crashing in a roar of beauty and art. In seconds he's mesmerized by the performance. The woman was in stark contrast to everything here, from her robes to the setting itself even for a man who'd never seen such a performance before it's was undeniably clear that the woman was far too skilled for this place...[break][break]

Her skills were reminiscent to...a bird trapped in a cage. [break][break]

Yet, as she moved continuing her dance never once did she stop smiling. And it wasn't a smile simply for the show, or for the audience, no it was genuine. Her pale body would move elegantly across the stage her fans on the verge of tearing every time she snapped one open its 'pop' echoing across the floor. Miles felt himself lilting forward in an anticipation beauty and elegance were second nature, but every time he found himself so absorbed he can't help but realize how much fun she's having. Others on the floor would watch flickering between their alcohol and conversation whispers and murmurs interrupting the event that deserved only respect and silence, and perhaps if he wasn't so engrossed himself, if he didn't have the fear of missing even a moment of this woman's performance he would have spoken up. [break][break]

If you were to ask how long the performance was the scarlet-eyed man would have no answer as just as quickly as it began it ended in his eyes. What had been perhaps twenty or thirty minutes of intense focus had ended and as she fell to a knee as the curtain closed he'd find himself clapping, clapping louder than he'd had for any performance he'd seen in his life unabashedly standing drawing attention to himself from the variety of lowlifes that'd found themselves in the theater. A variety of eyes found themselves on the martial artist but it was apparent he couldn't careless. A performance with that much spirit that much soul deserved to be applauded it was wrong not to. Not only had she poured her heart into the performance she hadn't done it for the crowd, money, or applause no she'd done it entirely for self-satisfaction alone what she'd done couldn't be done to please anyone but herself. It was by her and for her and as the curtain closed in that half a second she could connect with the audience the woman would find him standing tall standing solid like a rock as he applauded that performance.[break][break]

And in that half a second he thinks that just maybe she'd seen him.[break][break]

The rest of the performances following hadn't lit a candle to hers. And so he finds himself leaving only twenty minutes later stopping at the door to inquire about the first dancer.[break][break]

She never gave a name, but on Thursday nights the woman would appear on the floor to perform her set. Any remaining money the man had would go to the girl by no means was it much, but for what she'd done this evening it was the least he could give.[break][break]

With his pockets completely empty the scarlet haired man would disappear into the night, only one thing was certain.
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Miles Valdez would see her again.

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He had money in his pocket.[break][break]

It was nearly as much as he'd left home with those few months ago, but it was money, and even more it was his money. The job had come through and the man who'd offered him the chance hadn't failed to deliver. The work itself seemed to be on the up and up despite the ominous name of the organization the work he was doing wasn't bad. Violent at times without a doubt, but still the work was honest considering the cause of the organization and that was enough. He'd even call the job easy with his particular skill set.[break][break]

And so with cash burning a whole in his pocket the trainer would arrive at the shoddy theater a grin on his face as wide as it could possibly be in stark contrast to the studio's other patrons. Because the boy stood out greeter who was more than happy to take his money simply raised an eyebrow at him the scarred man giving him a quick look down and a nod as the sharp-toothed trainer paid his entry, the nod confirming that the woman was here as he'd promised the week prior.[break][break]

With a nod and a grin of his own the boy would take a seat towards the front of the venue sitting on the small frayed pallet a wooden board inches off the ground would serve as a table for any refreshments he care to buy as the night went on. The man would be waiting a minute seeing as he'd arrived a full hour earlier than the time of her appearance. [break][break]

The hour itself drags on after being hassled by one of the employees the man purchases a drink, something less traditional than the sake. Miles wasn't much of a drinker and so the long list of drinks was overwhelming for the youth he ended up choosing something Yellow and bubbly and while he was cautious at first the cocktail had proven to be tasty as long as he sipped it slow.[break][break]

He's about a third of the way through the drink when a head peeks from behind the curtains revealing the beauty that'd rejuvenated the week prior he waves hard the grin on his face as wide as could be. There was no hiding nor containing his excitement nor did the man care to. He was far to passionate to even attempt to 'play it cool' as he'd done so often over the course of his life.[break][break]

Just as quickly as the head appears from behind the curtains it disappears with a light billow of the curtains. The grizzled patrons just as they'd done last week would find their gaze on him much to Miles' ambivalence. He couldn't be concerned with the rabble he was about to watch the performance he'd waited all week for and he'd be damned if he let some bums ruin it.[break][break]

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Starry-eyed the trainer was almost perfectly still as the performance began immediately noticing the change in fans despite the same robes. The gold played off the black beautifully, as she moved like fire across the stage passion aggression, and power were the themes of this dance. The woman who last week moved like water had chosen a new element to mimic and despite her general aesthetic this performance was just as if not more enthralling than the last as the man felt himself drawn to her beauty, to her joy and fondness for the art itself. [break][break]

He was so close to the stage he could feel the wind from fans as almost unconsciously his body inched closer to the stage once again in true awe. Over the course of the evening's dance she'd once again managed to rob the fighter of his awareness all of his focus was on her as it should have been scarlet eyes absorbing each movement each crest, each dive, each twirl simply marveling at how it all came together. Even more than today his focus would be on her eyes, and expressions as she danced. He was like a child watching a movie for the first time a certain glow embedded deep within that scarlet just in awe of her skill and beauty.[break][break]

Until finally in a burst of emotion it ends just as it'd had seven days ago.[break][break]

He wastes no time his knee bumping against the short table at his side as he stands to applaud once again each clap echoing through the chamber. His eyes are solely focused on the performer. Behind him a few obscenities were shouted at the red head. 'shut the fuck up!' from a patron or two, still the man wouldn't stop he wouldn't even recognize their disdain. In truth he couldn't hear them. His entire being was focused on the woman and his appreciation of her art despite how loud the calls behind him got until finally the curtain closed.

As the man moved from his spot to leave the theater still in awe concerning the evening performance an assortment of scoffs and glares would follow the youth out. He'd nod to the sketchy owner as he left the taunts and leers still unnoticed by the man, Miles too deep in his own thoughts to even bother with those nobodies. His mind was still on the woman who in her act brought so much joy to him. [break][break]

As he moved through the Enju streets he pondered on who exactly the dancer was, and even more what could he do to thank her....

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Week 3...[break][break]

Miles was exhibiting a child like joy alongside the anxiety of a 45 year old man. Constantly flitting between both was exhausting and terrifying, but still the boy would steel himself to enter the club today. In the week since his last showing at theater he'd been searching for something that he could do for the woman who'd done so much for him in her shows. And so he'd come to a conclusion after seeing her frayed kimono the man had formed a plan of sorts. He didn't know the girl's size but after watching her dance so many times he figured she was a petite girl, In terms of the color scheme he'd gone with what the girl had shown her aesthetic black and purple with a gold trim. The maker had wondered why he was searching for such an odd color combination compared to the brighter colors dancers typically wore.[break][break]

Still the man's money was green and so the elder seamstress had done her best to match the style the man described with so limited words. And for the money he paid Miles' thought she'd done a damn good job and so as he walked in today the boy would pull the owner aside with a note and a package. In all honesty the man had come to like the rather peppy kid. He'd brought life to the otherwise dead place. His exuberance may have annoyed the other patrons but in the owner's eyes the boy was alive in a sense. He hadn't lost himself in the greed and deceit of the world and the older gentleman could appreciate that.[break][break]

And so when Miles came with a favor the man agreed, and not only because the redhead promised to buy an extra drink today.
In the package as one could surmise was a brand new kimono and a three word note not including the signature. Miles wasn't much of a writer, it didn't take a genius to see that he was a man of action and so three words were all he needed.
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"Don't stop dancing!" - M.M.V."[break][break]
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Straightforward and to the point. His penmanship was much to be desired those three words were written with an unsteady hand and on a tilt, but it was readable nonetheless. Hopefully the woman he'd begun to dream about got the message as he took his familiar seat at the front of the stage two amber drinks sitting on the tiny table waiting for him alongside a bill he'd promised to pay. That said he's already finished a drink and a half by the time she arrives.
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Dejected he promises himself he wouldn't leave until he finishes the remainder of this now watered down drink. It's no surprise that he's a little tipsy now.[break][break]