Originally Posted by Anna Banana

Upon hearning Plymouth call out for a demonstration, Anna bit her bottom lip to keep from giggling. She'd so called this one. She just knew Plymouth wouldn't be able to sit through this class without getting up and volunteering himself to cut a rug. "Yeah, a demonstrrr---," Anna started to say, thinking she was agreeing to Plymouth wanting to get up and strut his stuff around the room. "What?!?" she whsipered, turning around in her seat and giving him an [Oh my gosh, Plym, I can't get up and dance in front of this entire class' look. Blushing, Anna sank down into her seat. She'd hit him on the top of the head with a book later on for this one. A soft book...notebook, maybe...but a book nonetheless.



No sooner than she sank down into her seat, the Professor was agreeing to Plym's little outburst. Okay, skip the notebook. This dude was as good as jinxed when class was over... "Oh, erm, I, erm...really, I...okay, sir," she said, clearing her throat a few times and standing from her seat. Jelly Legs...that was what she had right now. Yikes. "Erm, Plym, dear. I believe I need a partner if I'm to do the Jitterbug, yes?" she said, not really asking a question but rather pleading with him to get a move out of that seat and come demonstrate with her.