She's Ripping Wings Off Of Butterflies [Private to Panoramic]

Benjamin had stepped into the scene, wearing the costume that'd been picked out for him and putting on a stride. He'd decided to come in earlier then the others because it was just nice to have a little space for himself.

Having a dance crew full of Terpsichore and other muse kids was just fantastic, but they often were just a nuisance to him. They took dancing as if it was only something they were only the masters of, often choosing their brethren over the other godly children as dance partners to practice with and all.
It was the kind of conceitedness that irritated him. They were creating a work of art, not break dancing for popularity in front of a bunch of mindless saps.

He cracked his knuckles before turning on the stereo, and began to position himself in the middle of the stage. Once the beat from Dick Dale's Misirlou came on, he began by running fast in spot until breaking away with the side steps. And that was when the magic all began.
He felt every single step register from his brain to his limbs, and did every move with ease as the music grew more intense.

He was doing fine so far, no flaws and all. But that was right until he had heard the clank of a chair meet the ground with a force. That force would be the girl who was now on the floor, being taken over by the chairs on top of her.
He had stopped dancing around the part where Fergie's in the middle of singing her lines and turned over to find what had happened.

Instead of being a courteous young man and helping her up, he just stood there with a disgruntled expression on his face, crossing his arms.
"You ruined my groove." He looked down on her, disapprovingly.

He really had no reason to be nasty to the girl. She had just been attacked by untamed chairs, resulting to a bruise on her side. But Benjamin simply wasn't in the mood for predicaments like this when he only has hours to perfect his moves.
Still, he sighed, looking down at her as she tried to give out that little face of pity, and just rolled his eyes a little bit before reaching out his arms to help her up the ground.
"Alright, I'll look over your side and fetch ice or whatever. Just remember not to mix the practice time with the show time."
He would help her up on the ground, and see if she needed anything to help. Benjamin really wasn't one to help the needy, as he had the strong mentality that whatever kills you should make you stronger. But he wasn't up in the mood for drama, he needed to entertain a bunch of half brained children.

Oh you have got to be kidding me.
Ben just went ahead and observed her apathetically as she began to help herself up on one of the chairs. Telling from her ability to help herself up, she probably did suffer from just a merely bruise. Although it still probably doesn't help that she can't walk herself out of the amphitheatre so he can practice in peace.
He could himself sighing loudly, as the universe just loves to bother him with little nuisances like this.
But if it insists, then he might as well comply.
"Look, I sincerely apologize for... what I did, or whatever." Not helping her up when she was struck by a chair, and just standing there!
"But I did offer you help, right?"
But rolled his eyes showing that he clearly don't even care of her and her situation.
"Right, but that doesn't matter. I really do apologize."
But in reality, he just wanted to get all of this over with so he can finally have a simple space for himself.
"Okay, do you mind if you just stop secretly retorting me in narration and let me handle this situation myself?"
No Benjamin, because you are clearly incapable of acting like a simple, normal and courteous individual. Now quit breaking the fourth wall, or I'll send more wrath upon you.
"Screw you."