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They got to the studio in time for Laura to stretch and exercise some before class. She had given Derek instructions on how to handle the small spotlights they had for special performances. And as she'd said he could go crazy with it and so he did.

In about twenty minutes he had a nice setup for some better shots, and his heartbeat started picking up when Laura said she'd bring the little devils in. Derek turned away from the door getting busy with the already perfectly placed light. He caught the end of Laura's sentence as she let the students inside.

"..not like he'll bite much." He must have done some pretty horrible things in past lives to deserve his sister. Why must she be like that?

Leaving the lights he turned around to grab his camera and got a face-full of strawberry blonde hair. He blinked startled with the sudden appearance right in front of him and with the very heavy smell of perfume. He muttered, "- the fuck?" and looked at the girl, if memory had it right she was Lisa- no, uh... Lydia-? Yeah, Lydia.

Lydia was staring at him, her full lips set in a straight line. He was being evaluated. God, no. He took his camera up and snapped a photo of her. She was startled out of her staring and Laura walked over to them.
"Lydia Martin meet 'Quick Trigger' Derek Hale, my wonderful, very pleasant, brother." She said as her elbow made contact with his left arm.

He nodded at her and she offered her hand palm down. Derek was a bit annoyed by that but begrudgingly took her hand in his and merely even brushed her knuckles with his lips.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Derek." she said flashing him a full smile, "Hope you enjoy the show again today." she completed before turning around to stand beside Jackson.

He looked at Laura eyebrows up, questioning."She's like that, don't worry." and she turned to the sound system to get it started. Of course it wasn't as involving as the orchestra would be, but it was good enough for practice.

After about an hour of the same song playing over and over Derek decided to take a break joining Laura at the sidelines. She was standing up watching carefully and clapping her hands twice whenever she wanted them to stop. And did they stop! They looked like marble statues a rich old guy would use to decorate his garden.

One of the times she had asked for attention he could feel she was a little annoyed by something. Some of the girls were in the middle of their fouettes as they stopped coming down from the tips of their toes.

"What's up?" he asked as she started walking towards the longest column of girls, all of them staring forwards as if she wasn't there. And did Derek know that walk, that was the Disapproving Hale Walk, whoever was in trouble was in for an ear-full of disappointed words.

She stopped beside two boys, twins he noted suddenly. Eyeing them up and down she stood with her feet forming a 180 degree angle, hands on her hips. "What did I tell you about changing places?" She patted their shoulders. "Do you think it's funny? Are you by chance trying to impress anyone? Because those, Ethan," she said pointing to the first boy- Ethan's shoes, "are your shoes, but those, are Aiden's clothes."

She took a step back turning around and coming back to stand beside me. "Go change, both of you, and I hope that doesn't happen again." The boys made quick work of getting to the changing rooms. "The rest of you, back to position, we're starting again." She turned around and scanned the room for any extras, she found three "Whoever has their flats on get on stage, please."

A tanned boy got up and stretched quickly before going over to Ethan's place and Isaac got up and promptly took Aiden's place. And after that was all done she restarted the song again. Derek was wondering how Laura knew that, but he wasn't that interested so he didn't ask.

Two more repetitions and Laura decided they were done with that bit. Instead of moving on to the next scene she decided to skip directly to the last scene, a scene that involved only one dancer. He found that odd, but she reassured him it'd work, something about everyone wanting to perform that piece.

Isaac was in line but apparently he had something to discuss with Laura first as he swiftly made his way to them. "Laura, do you by chance know when Stiles and Scott are showing up? They didn't tell me they'd be late or not showing up, so..."

"Oh, don't worry Isaac, those dorks are probably buying food somewhere." She smiled up at him and he laughed she looked at me "I swear I have no idea how they keep in shape."

I smiled slightly looking at the very sweaty bodies on line "I can't even start imagining how."

They all laughed lowly for a while and Laura pushed Isaac off telling him to go get ready. She got up and went over to the others and told them how they'd go about it. That was when two huffing boys came inside hands on their knees heads down breathing hard.

Laura scolded the two for being an hour and a half late, they had missed a half of their time and were told to stay for thirty minutes after class to practice by themselves. Derek could see their mother now that he looked at Laura... God, she was getting old!

They got in line and started having a hushed conversation, probably trying to blame each other for their lateness.

As Laura announced the start of their new scene Derek got back to his camera. Each student would have ten photos, he decided after getting the hang of the moves and positions, that was good enough the capture all the good moments.

Laura was standing behind him and whispering comments like "No, not with that face.", or "What are your fingers doing?", or "When did you unlearn how to stand en pointe?", or others more. There were a few praises, "Good, keep your hand like that and bend- yes, beautiful!", or "Oh my Odin, someone has been working their legs.", but she always clapped, not the same for all, but she did.

As it was Stiles' turn Derek had his trigger ready for maybe one or five extra photos, not that he'd tell anyone.

"Stiles," Laura called as he took his place. "show me the best you can do boy, impress Mama."

Stiles' smile fell a bit at that and Derek wondered if he was feeling bad for Laura's very open teasing. His eyes were trained on him as the music started playing and maybe Laura was right, maybe male dancers were more interesting to watch, or maybe it was just... him.

Laura held her tongue for his entire performance and as it came to an end she clapped happily taking three quick steps to the center of the stage where he was sitting down. "That's my boy!" she said as she draped herself over him like a protective blanket.

Derek could feel the other students standing around and some of them were side eyeing them a bit but were clapping all the same. Laura got up and pulled Stiles up with her. She had that smile on and she was coming his way, he frowned.

She stood behind Derek and put her hands on his shoulders,"Stiles, this is my very han-"

He cut her off with a well timed violent shrug,"-dy younger brother, Derek. Yeah, we've met before, Laura." Stiles had tilted his head to the right and looked amused at the scene.

She slapped Derek's arm, "How come I did not know of this?" her eyes showed a tad bit of hurt.

Derek sighed grabbed Laura's hand and held a finger up to Stiles so he'd wait a moment. Dragging Laura was an easy job, once they were far enough that Stiles wouldn't hear he span his sister around to face her.

"Okay, keep quiet and listen." She nodded zipping her mouth. "Remember I mentioned a meeting? Yeah, it was with Stiles." She opened her mouth to make a remark but was stopped with a glare and a flare of nostrils, okay, not a time for teasing. "And, I didn't want you to know because I knew you'd be weird about it."

He turned around walking back to Stiles and Laura followed him, "But Der-" a very irritated brother turned around and she stopped in her tracks. If the direct approach wasn't working she was going to find informants.

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The boys were talking about some flowers and such things, those were probably for the wedding. "The wedding!" She whisper-shouted, she wandered around looking for Scott, her line of thought was pretty direct. If Stiles knew who was getting married the probability of Scott also know was almost 100%.

"Hello there, Scotty, can I ask you something?" She said sliding beside the boy on one of the benches.

He looked at her, he had just taken this seat and was really hoping to get some of his Oreo's before going back on stage. "Uh, sure, what do you wanna know?"

She smiled sweetly, way too sweetly, at him, "You see, I heard Stiles mentioning something about his friend's wedding, and I was wondering, who is going to get married?"

"Oh, right! That'd be Erica. She used to dance with us, before you came, but she had to stop her career in toddler phase, long story that one." He looked to the opposite but his mind was far away, he was revisiting those moments, "So yeah, now she works for her fiance in a restaurant."

"Erica, who used to be a ballerina, who now cooks the best meatballs there will ever be?" She asked. Could it be that their Erica was the same Erica as Scott's?

"Yes! Oh, her meatballs are delicious, and the meatloaf." Laura could swear Scott was drooling, but she could only stare.

"Thanks Scott!" She said, before running back to her place she turned around and snapped her fingers in front of him, he shook his head and looked up at her "And work harder on your arms, Allison isn't that hard to lift."

She had people, or actually just one person, to text. But that would have to wait, the was just starting to form.