Merel stood in front of heavy wooden doors a cracking sound appeared as she opened it. Merel stepped into a great chamber full of expensive decorations and elegance. Merel walked slowly through the pathway of red suede chairs, she stopped in front of the stage. Merel looked up, she saw an enormous red velours curtain which covered the mystery of the stage itself.
Merel stepped onto the wooden stairs and climbed the five stairs which were needed to reach the stage. Merel turned her trained body and closed her eyes. Merel was a good daydreamer and soon after she closed her eyes she found herself in front of the stage in a charming old-fashioned ballet costume bowing to an enormous crowd which was pleasing her by great applause. Classy ladies were pinking a tear away with a cream-coloured handkerchief and handsome young men were throwing deep red roses to the stage. Little girls were spreading a smile of joy and admiration. It was one of the typical scenes she always dreamed about. Still, every dream like this gave her the motivation to go on with her training.
Dancing was her passion, her devotion, her way to survive.
Full Version: Moment of glory, in a day dream
Troy had been wondering about campass for a short while. He never really liked to be all alone or just stuck in the damned dorms to begin with. He was suspecting his roomie was the same way.
And becuase he knew from past experiance that this school didn't have a pool to go swimming, he found his way to taking another personal tour about campass. Now look where he was at. The theatre. The one place he absolutely dispised. It always brought back the memories of when one drama teacher he knew told Troy he was all act and never serious about acting. The hell he wasn't.
Troy shrugged; acting wasn't his major so he wasn't going to put a huge fight about it with himself. He liked the stage, but hated the audience. That was always his excuse. He was what they called "stage fright".
But this girl didn't. He watched her poise. She was good.
Troy walked up the aile, watching the girl with interest. He sat down and waited for what she would do next. Maybe she would open her eyes? Maybe she would dance? He didn't know, but he wanted to find out.
Troy reached into his bag and pulled out his camera. He still hadn't uploaded the library stuff to the computor so he didn't have a hell of lot of recording time left. Thankfully he had another memory card. Troy turned the camera on and started recording, letting the girl do her thing.
And becuase he knew from past experiance that this school didn't have a pool to go swimming, he found his way to taking another personal tour about campass. Now look where he was at. The theatre. The one place he absolutely dispised. It always brought back the memories of when one drama teacher he knew told Troy he was all act and never serious about acting. The hell he wasn't.
Troy shrugged; acting wasn't his major so he wasn't going to put a huge fight about it with himself. He liked the stage, but hated the audience. That was always his excuse. He was what they called "stage fright".
But this girl didn't. He watched her poise. She was good.
Troy walked up the aile, watching the girl with interest. He sat down and waited for what she would do next. Maybe she would open her eyes? Maybe she would dance? He didn't know, but he wanted to find out.
Troy reached into his bag and pulled out his camera. He still hadn't uploaded the library stuff to the computor so he didn't have a hell of lot of recording time left. Thankfully he had another memory card. Troy turned the camera on and started recording, letting the girl do her thing.