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He was still bent over and fumbling with the boombox when one of his prefects had arrived. ”Hullo, Ms. Renaldi,” he chuckled awkwardly as he stood up. ”Thank you… Errr. Exercise clothes.” Incase that needed any sort of explanation. ”Have you, er, been enjoying the term so far?” Small talk master. Clearly.
He bent over again FINALLY finding the right station and GRINNED widely as tuuuuuuunes began to play. Excellent. But he did not notice Ms. Song spying from her fluffy blanket. Shame. He did, however, notice Professor Kitridge who was just as eager as she was blonde. ”Oh, of course not, Cassie,” he shook his head. ”The more the merrier,” she was very pink today.
It sort of made his eyes sore. But he was glad she came to join. Jazzercise is a TEAM sport. Just behind Cassie, he spotted a waving Avalon. Finneas waved BIG right back at her. ”Ms. Sinclair! You look like you’re read for some… JAZZERCISE!” Finneas was ready too, could she tell? He had his workout outfit on and everyyyything.
Perhaps he ought to--Oh. What was Mr. Jones doing sitting down? ”Prefect, Jones! Come join us!” He was here to jazzercise, right? RIGHT? Speaking of which, what time was it? They probably needed to get started. But just as the thought crossed his mind, there was yelling. A wild Bernadette yelling, to be exact.
Er. So he waved BOTH his arms right back at hers and Mr. Ryan's. ”ABSOLUTELY,” why was he also yelling??? ”We were just about to begin with some stretches!”
Yes. Starting. Let’s begin. ”Hello everyone, I hope everyone is ready for... JAZZERCISE? A FINE art, if I errr do say so myself,” great for the limbs and great for the souuuuuul. Finneas loved jazzercise, honestly. HoNeStLy. Anyway. ”Follow my lead, we’ll begin with some stretches… To the beat to the beat of the music everyone…..” He positioned himself in front of the group. Smiling big (and likely, very awkwardly).
First move: Lunging toward, into a deep dive. Arms outstretched. One. Two. Three. ”Try to, er, keep your heels up each time you bend forward. Arms streeeeeeeeeeetched far ahead of you.”
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