Post by Jess Sinclair on May 10, 2010 1:54:42 GMT -5
Hardwood floors gleamed under hot golden lights. A soft murmur of voices floated through the air and over the seats where the audience would one day sit. The voices faded away, and only the barely audible sounds of steps broke the silence as a lone shadow detatched itself from the others surrounding the stage. This place, so hollow and aching to be filled once more with the sound of applause was her haven.
The first few beats of the music hit, and her heart instantly shifted to fit the rythmn. She took a deep breath, allowed the music to surround her, enter her and fill her. She was no longer herself, a lone being. She was part of the music as she leapt out of the stage, all gracefullness spinning and leaping with hardly a sound as though the music lifted her in its swells. There was no pain here, no betrayal or hatred. There was only music, only the way you moved to it.
The music faded, and the dancer came to a slow stop in the middle, frozen in time for a moment before lifting her head. The lack of music didn't make her empty. She was serene, grateful as she looked over the empty seats once more.
The first few beats of the music hit, and her heart instantly shifted to fit the rythmn. She took a deep breath, allowed the music to surround her, enter her and fill her. She was no longer herself, a lone being. She was part of the music as she leapt out of the stage, all gracefullness spinning and leaping with hardly a sound as though the music lifted her in its swells. There was no pain here, no betrayal or hatred. There was only music, only the way you moved to it.
The music faded, and the dancer came to a slow stop in the middle, frozen in time for a moment before lifting her head. The lack of music didn't make her empty. She was serene, grateful as she looked over the empty seats once more.