Happy Wednesday! My latest novel is now out, and the link is in the sidebar. Nightsong has been well-received so far, with lots of positive reviews. Not sure what the magic formula was this time, but having people like it so much is motivation to keep plugging away at Jamie’s story.
Speaking of, that’s what I’m posting from again this week. Last time, we saw Jamie, in all his multi-pierced adorableness, from Cian’s perspective. This time, I’m giving you a bit of what Cian looks like. (Note: At this point, Jamie and Cian don’t much like each other, but they have professional respect.)
The dance in this scene is based on similar concepts from my son’s studio. There are a number of elements I’ve drawn on from his experiences. The world of Irish dance is typically very competitive, even more than ballet. My son is at a recreational (non-competitive) studio. There is a somewhat contentious and distrustful attitude throughout the Irish dance community regarding recreational studios which I won’t get into here. That was part of the inspiration for Cian’s character. He teaches non-competitive classes, and one reason for doing so is to bring dance to a wider range of students—including those with disabilities (Cian himself is Deaf). As a former competitive dancer, he is now also a performer.
WIPmath: 3 paragraphs for the 3rd. Sorry it’s long.
Even Jamie could acknowledge Cian was mesmerizing on stage. He was powerful, but at the same time he possessed grace and poise. Jamie didn’t know much about dance, but he understood how difficult it was for Cian and the other dancers to remain so well in sync, every step perfectly timed. Their backup band was incredible. Jamie had asked Mack about imitating some of their sound, but Mack wasn’t interested in Irish folk-rock and had grumbled when Jamie made him listen to the CD Brandon had given him.
The emcee announced Cian and his band, and next thing Jamie knew, the place was alive with the sounds of the drums, the flutes, and the electric strings. Without meaning to, Jamie let go of his dislike long enough to enjoy watching Cian move.
The dance and the costumes had an ethereal quality which evoked images of woods and the fair folk. The dancers all had on some kind of green makeup which caught the light and shimmered. Cian’s midnight-black hair was slicked back, and he had a green mask covering the top half of his face. That was just about all he had covered, aside from a small, tight pair of green shorts. He wasn’t tall and reedy like some dancers. He was shorter, muscular and broad rather than slim—almost stocky. He made faeries seem powerful and majestic rather than prim and delicate. In spite of himself, Jamie became absorbed in the rhythm, the music, and the storytelling. Whatever else he could say about Cian, he had charisma on stage.
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