Post by Angelique Dupont on Mar 9, 2009 2:12:26 GMT -5
Angelique couldn't help the bright smile that crossed her full lips as she slowly walked onto the vast stage. She was in the famous Paris Opera House, standing on its stage and looking out at the place where sometime soon she would see patrons of the arts come to admire the art of dance and song. Looking all around her, she smiled and giggled softly to herself. This was heaven to the delicate dancer and artist. Such an ideal place for dancing, singing, and drawing. For a moment, Angelique was sad that she had not brought her paper and pen with her, otherwise she would have attempted to draw the beautiful statues that surrounded her. Unfortunately, she had no tools for artistry, and would have to satisfy herself with nothing more than admiring.
All the same, Angelique had to enjoy herself. She had already pulled on a rehearsal dress with delicate Pointe shoes, silk worn and threadbare at the toes in hand. Sitting down with the natural grace of that all dancers possessed, she pulled on the shoes and laced the worn silk ribbons up her calf, tying the ribbons just below the knees.
For a moment, Angelique had to pause and run her fingers lovingly over the shoes. These shoes had been the work of her mother's loving hands. For years, Angelique had been using the same Pointe shoes--luckily for her, her feet hadn't grown much since she was thirteen--the silk becoming worn and frayed more than once. With gentle care and delicate fingers, her mother had replaced the silk multiple times, along with the ribbons.
Smiling gently, Angelique stood up once more and, after a few stretches to loosen her muscles so that there would be no damage to her legs, began to dance around the stage. There were no rehearsals in progress at the moment, which allowed the new ballerina plenty of space to practice her leaps, twirls, and steps. With a final delicate twirl, Angelique came to a stop and stared out at the seats. She had not noticed that she was being watched. Pale blue eyes wide and staring in shock and fear, Angelique felt her ivory white cheeks warm up with embarrassment.
All the same, Angelique had to enjoy herself. She had already pulled on a rehearsal dress with delicate Pointe shoes, silk worn and threadbare at the toes in hand. Sitting down with the natural grace of that all dancers possessed, she pulled on the shoes and laced the worn silk ribbons up her calf, tying the ribbons just below the knees.
For a moment, Angelique had to pause and run her fingers lovingly over the shoes. These shoes had been the work of her mother's loving hands. For years, Angelique had been using the same Pointe shoes--luckily for her, her feet hadn't grown much since she was thirteen--the silk becoming worn and frayed more than once. With gentle care and delicate fingers, her mother had replaced the silk multiple times, along with the ribbons.
Smiling gently, Angelique stood up once more and, after a few stretches to loosen her muscles so that there would be no damage to her legs, began to dance around the stage. There were no rehearsals in progress at the moment, which allowed the new ballerina plenty of space to practice her leaps, twirls, and steps. With a final delicate twirl, Angelique came to a stop and stared out at the seats. She had not noticed that she was being watched. Pale blue eyes wide and staring in shock and fear, Angelique felt her ivory white cheeks warm up with embarrassment.