Let the Music Fill You -any-

[Taylor Wallace]

The young girl was listening to the radio in her aunt's truck as she pulled in the parking lot, the white trailer rolling along behind her. She parked near the other trailers, as to be out of the way. She turned the truck off and put the keys in her pocket then got out. She was wearing dark blue jeans that hugged her legs in the right places but also allowed her to move freely. Her shirt was a simple short sleeve shirt, a little loose because it was apart of her 'dancing wardrobe'. Her jacket was a simple NYU jacket, though she was clearly 17 and not in college. She was wearing her silver high tops that the twins got her for her birthday as well. She had fair skin, a few freckles here and there, but slightly pale. She had shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes. She was fairly tall, standing at 5'9, and lithe from all the dancing she did.

She walked around to the back of the trailer, a bounce in her step since she was listening to one of her favorite songs in the car. She took out the trailer key, moving her hips slightly as the song played in her head. She opened the trailer door, a black and white head poking out immediately. "Hey, Fabbie." She cooed and scratched the mare's muzzle. She grabbed the mare's shiny new royal blue lead rope and clipped it on to her neon green halter the silver music note charm attached to said halter jingling as she did so. She led the spotted mare out of her trailer. The mare was a blue roan near leopard Appaloosa, with blue roan spots, face, neck and legs. The rest were spots scattered all over. Fabbie whickered and nuzzled Taylor, happy to see her owner again. Taylor laughed and patted Fabbie's neck, running her fingers through her mare's black mane as well.

"C'mon girl, let's get you to your stall." Taylor then began to lead the loudly marked mare into the barn, looking for the stall that had Fabbie's full name, 'Born From a Boom Box' on the side. She found it relatively quickly as was pleased to see a radio next to the stall. She smiled and turned on the radio to one of her favorite stations, pleased to find that 'Fancy Footwork' was playing. Fabbie snorted and started prancing in place, twirling her tail and flipping her mane, causing Taylor to laugh. "Looks like you really are 'born from a boom box, eh, Fab?" The mare was also known as Fab/Fabs/ or Fabbie because according to the twins, she was 'just fabulous' though everyone agreed. Taylor lead Fabs into her stall before unclipping the lead rope and getting the grooming 'basket' that held all her brushes, hoof picks and what not.

Unlocking the bolt on Fabs's stall, she grabbed a brush and started brushing the mare's coat. She was sort of dancing in place as she groomed her mare, shaking her hips a bit and the bounce back in her step so to speak. What didn't know, is that someone was watching her.

OOC: Bleh. lol I suck at starting posts, but hey, it works

[Finn Keagan]

He always helped the ranch hands whenever he could, which was pretty much all of the time. When he wasn't working with Love Me Sweet, he was doing something for someone around here. He loved it. Working with the horses was slowly healing his wounded spirit and heart. And being around Wyatt and Lily, around people who were filled with happiness and hope gave him hope. It gave him the will and the want to survive. Wyatt and Lily were good people, and he wished that he could repay them for all that they had done. Sighing to himself as he walked along, he wondered if he would ever have a permanent home here. It was sad and selfish, but Finn loved this place. The newly turned seventeen year old knew he couldn't rely on anyone else, but still. Silver Stag was like his home now. He had a friend in Love Me Sweet, and he couldn't ever imagine giving up on the palomino gelding. He wouldn't want to leave him after he bonded with the shattered horse.

The two were more similar than anyone else knew. They both came from abusive pasts, and they were both learning to accept and to trust once more. Finn was learning from Sweet, and Sweet was learning from Finn. It was a good situation for them both to be in. Finn shook his head slightly, and then looked to the right as he walked by the paddocks. He saw Sweet from a mile away because he had actually gotten close enough to brush the horse. It had been a milestone, and he had been quick to tell Wyatt. The horse shone now, even with his winter coat. Finn smiled slightly as the horse caught sight of him and whinnied his way. Finn went to the fence, not expecting much from Sweet. But the gelding surprised him once more. It seemed that the other day was a step in the right direction for them both. Finn was going to have to let Wyatt know about all of this. He waited for Sweet to come over, leaving his hands in front of him. The gelding reached him after only a moment's hesitation and was snuffling at the boy's hands.

Finding nothing, he snorted, and Finn was able to reach up to the horse's neck and stroke him gently. Sweet was really head shy and skittish around his legs and hooves. Finn was fine with taking things slow, and was just thankful he was making progress. He was happy they were making progress in all honesty. He stroked Sweet's neck and then spoke up quietly.

"You'r a good boy, Sweet. I'm not going to hurt you. Ever. I promise you that."

He whispered to the gelding, passion and compassion behind his words. He knew what it felt like to be hit. The yellowing bruises on his face gave proof to that, as did the black brace on his healing broken wrist. He shook his head after a moment and gave Sweet one last rub. He turned his head as he heard the truck and trailer coming up the driveway. Furrowing his brow, he left Sweet to his lunch, and then walked up to the barn. He could always brush Martha. She was in her stall for stall rest for her hurting limbs. That was fine with Finn because it gave him a friend throughout the day. He made his way into the barn and brought Martha out into the cross ties. He made sure she was settled and then started the routine of brushing her. He was on the far side of the barn when the girl led her horse in and turned on the radio, brushing her own equine companion down. He watched and furrowed his brow as she started dancing. She was a strange one.

"'m guessing you like music."

[Taylor Wallace]

Taylor was humming along to the song so she didn't hear the boy come in. She missed the crew, but she knew they would be calling soon, to check up on Fabbie. She missed Thing 1 and Thing 2 -Marco and Roberto Santiago- Eric, Natalie, Maria, Andie, Jason, Jacob, everybody. She missed practicing with everybody, everybody, dancing while at the same time trying not to get in the way of the ones that were flipping or spinning. She missed being loud and silly with them, just being random and crazy. Hell, she even missed Marco saying something that no one understood but Roberto and then saying his classic line 'Okay, you don't understand it, but I know what I'm saying.' causing everybody to laugh. She missed kicking back around the picnic table in the kitchen of their 'secret hideout'. The secret hideout was really a converted warehouse, the rooms converted to living quarters, a room with a wall of stereo's and speakers, even a padded room with a pit full of foam cubes to practice flipping and whatnot, even just to be silly. They even had a room full of shoes, well, vertical shoe racks full of awesome shoes. As the Santiago twins said 'if dance was their weapon, those were their amour.' Because it was an unspoken law of dance: to dance the best, you need the best shoes. Her favorite of the bunch were a pair of silver high tops, the very same pair that the twins gave her for her birthday.

Bright lights, t.v. screens,
Feels like looking in a magazine,
You run on the floor,
Feels like dancing is the way to go,
But if you let her see that fancy footwork
Show her that you’re not that shy,
Let her see that fancy footwork
Show her you’re that type of guy.

Somehow though, she heard his voice through the music. Good thing too, she was just finished grooming Fabs. Putting the brush back in the basket, she set the basket off to the side of her stall, so it'd be out of the way of both Fabbie and whoever was walking down the aisle. "You kidding me? Music was practically my life back in New York, well, that and dancing." She said, holding her hand out, palm up to let the mare sniff it. She was no fool. The mare nuzzled her hand and Taylor took that as an O.K to pet the mare. She scratched the mare's muzzle as she introduced herself. "I'm Taylor by the way." She said with a friendly smile. The mare seemed to get bored with Taylor just scratching her muzzle and nudged her cheek, nibbling on her hair a bit, causing Taylor to laugh. "Geez. Needy much?" She taunted the mare jokingly, patting her neck and scratching behind her ears. She turned back to the man, realizing he was just a bit older than herself.