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paradisalost2011-06-05 09:15 am
whichswan.livejournal.com) wrote in paradisalost2011-06-05 09:15 am
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no thinking for a little while
Who: Nina Sayers and EVERYONE (I'll fix the tags as people come in)
What: a ballet recital
When: June 5
Where: the Ballroom
Rating: PG for now
The ballroom has been transformed into a theater of sorts, the walls and floors pitch black as well as the chairs spreading in meticulous rows from the stage. Black curtains hang heavily from the ceiling while strobe lights burn a feathered white circle onto the stage.
A program has been placed on each seat:
♔ Variations ♔
Swan Lake, Act II, Odette
The Sylphide, Act II, Sylphide
Giselle, Act I, Giselle
In honor of Angel
The lights dim before the show begins.
Nina steps onto the spotlight in a white swan costume to begin her Odette variation with all the technical mastery required for the part, tragedy written in the curve of her swan wings. She is close enough to perfect; beautiful and fragile. She steps offstage to return as the Sylphide, the untouchable woman of airy delight, who withers and dies when love, unknowingly, binds her to the material world. Chastity becomes her, becoming almost barren in her interpretation.
Lastly she becomes Giselle, the peasant girl who dances like satin and cream. Graceful yet childlike, she is oblivious to all but her lover, the apple of her eye.
Nina gestures for the audience to stay for one last encore before exiting the stage.
What: a ballet recital
When: June 5
Where: the Ballroom
Rating: PG for now
The ballroom has been transformed into a theater of sorts, the walls and floors pitch black as well as the chairs spreading in meticulous rows from the stage. Black curtains hang heavily from the ceiling while strobe lights burn a feathered white circle onto the stage.
A program has been placed on each seat:
Swan Lake, Act II, Odette
The Sylphide, Act II, Sylphide
Giselle, Act I, Giselle
In honor of Angel
The lights dim before the show begins.
Nina steps onto the spotlight in a white swan costume to begin her Odette variation with all the technical mastery required for the part, tragedy written in the curve of her swan wings. She is close enough to perfect; beautiful and fragile. She steps offstage to return as the Sylphide, the untouchable woman of airy delight, who withers and dies when love, unknowingly, binds her to the material world. Chastity becomes her, becoming almost barren in her interpretation.
Lastly she becomes Giselle, the peasant girl who dances like satin and cream. Graceful yet childlike, she is oblivious to all but her lover, the apple of her eye.
Nina gestures for the audience to stay for one last encore before exiting the stage.
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"Oh, right--" Speaking of beautiful ... have another bouquet. Orchids this time. Angel felt they were fitting, especially after seeing her dance. "I brought these for you."
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She giggles at the offer of flowers. Orchids, beautiful yet strange. She remembers reading about them in a picture book, about how fragile they are. "Thank you," she holds it close to her before taking one step back to let him in.
Today is a good day for her, all else considered. She thinks she should thank him for the performance instead of the other way around. "Now I should repay you for the flowers."
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He takes a few steps inside when she moves to grant him access to her makeshift dressing room. After a moment or two of glancing around to from the strung up curtains to the little vanity she'd set up, he looks back to her.
"Was it really just the two of you? I thought for sure there had to be someone else back here helping out."
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She leans against the vanity and follows his gaze around the room. "There were the ghosts," she admits. "I've been wishing for most everything." She remembers someone telling her that asking for too much from the Castle means more losses, but no one has proven it. Besides, she liked her one and only loss so far, more than she would admit.
"How--have you been?"
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"But the performance helped." It might not have been the best save, but he didn't want to rain on her parade if he could help it. "A lot, actually. It was nice to lose myself for a while and not have to worry about anything else."