|
AS THE ED TURNS
Eddy rubbed his hands together gleefully.
EDDY: This is pure genius!
EDD: I’m surprised, Eddy. You’re taking this full frontal attack on our masculinity well!
ED: Macho macho maaann!
The Eds were standing outside their new ballet studio, hunting for customers. Eddy is in a buisness outfit, Ed in his regular clothes, and Edd(Who was going to be the teacher) was in tights...
EDDY: Ed’s Ballet school is open for business!
Just then, Kevin and Nazz happened to walk by. Quick to jump at an oppurtunity, Eddy got in the way of the two, leaning on Kevin's shoulder.
EDDY: Hiya, Kev! Wanna become a pro at ballet?
Kevin quickly moved out from under Eddy, causing him to fall on the sidewalk with a thud.
KEVIN: Get lost, Dorky!
Then,just to perserve his own reputation, he decided to attack poor Edd.
KEVIN: Hey, Double Dork! Where’s the pink tutu? Heh heh!
Nazz was ignoring Kevin's rude remarks and instead was staring at Edd, her head tilted slightly as if she were thinking. She looked at him with a small smile on her face.
NAZZ: Hey, Double Dee! You look cute in those tights!
Suddenly, Kevin was not feeling so jovial.
KEVIN: C’mon, Nazz!
Nazz poked out her lips in silent protest, but followed Kevin like a reluctant but obedient puppy.
NAZZ: Bye, Double Dee!
She left with Kevin after giving Edd one last, flirtatious wink.
EDD: Oh my!
His head was too high in the clouds to hear Eddy ranting at him.
EDDY:Hey, Pavlova! We got a class to teach! Get in the studio and start prancing!
Eddy pushed Edd into the ‘dance studio’ (which was Ed’s garden shed) where his class awaited his arrival.
EDD: The secret to having the grace of a ballet dancer is agility, which can only be achieved by developing leg muscles that are both flexible and strong. Now, Plie! Plie! one... two... three...
The class consisted of Jimmy, Sarah, Jonny and Plank.
JONNY: Plank says these tights are chafing him! Do we have to wear them?
EDD: You and Plank will just have to get used to them, as they are essential for developing the ballet dancer’s leg.
Eddy poked his head through the shed's door with a grin.
EDD: Do you mind? We're in the middle of a class here!
EDDY: Hey, Tagiloni! You have a new student!
He ushered in Nazz.
NAZZ: I love ballet!
Edd gulped, trying to keep the bile rising in his throat as he watched Nazz walk in wearing ballet shoes underneath her clothes.
Eddy pulled the teacher aside before the class could continue, giving the class a short rest period.
After a short discussion with Eddy, he found out that Nazz did indeed know some ballet. He was determined to push all akwardness aside and teach his class (which desprately needed help) with a demonstration.
EDD: There's a change in plans, class- Nazz will preform a pantomine of “Swan Lake”.
He went over to his boom box to play that horrendous Swan Lake music.
Nazz did quite well, being experienced in ballet, until she tripped after an entreat quartre.
Before she could hit the floor, Edd caught her.
The class, thinking it was either a part of the act or very well ad-libbed, applauded.
Nazz looked up at him, eyes half-lidded.
NAZZ: My hero!
Before disloding herself from Edd’s grasp, she gave him a kiss, an almost teasing peck on the cheek.
Edd was stunned. After gently setting Nazz down, he stood up and held up his hands.
EDD: Okay, everybody- class is dismissed!
He then ran outside to tell Eddy and Ed what happened.
Unbeknownst to him, Kevin, who was standing outside the studio watching Nazz’s pantomime, saw the whole thing.
When Eddy saw Edd running out of the studio, he wasn’t impressed.
EDDY: What're you doing, Rembrandt? Those are paying customers who are waiting for you to turn them into frilly, tights-wearing sissy ballerinas!
EDD: First of all, Rembrandt was an artist, not a dancer. Second of all, Nazz kissed me!
That stopped Eddy in his tracks.
EDDY: She WHAT?! NO WAY!
EDD: I wouldn't lie about something like that, Eddy. Do you not recall when she said that I looked cute in these tights?
EDDY: She coudnt’ve been serious...
And even if she wasn’t, I don't think Kevin's gonna like this!
ED: Aren’t I pretty?
He was wearing a pink tutu, a tiara, and tights. Seeing this, Edd smirked and flipped his wrist.
EDD: Oh, Ed, fushia is sooo your color!
EDDY: Good one, sockhead!
He raised his jar of quarters.
EDDY: Now, how about we spend everyone’s tuition?
|
