Lady has met the assignment: she’s dressed in an all-white ballgown and elbow-length white gloves. Her hair is in a simple bun and she has a feathered diadem wrapped around her head.
Though for the past two years she’s been fairly socially isolated, tonight you would have no idea. She is greeting everyone like they’re old friends— whether they’re school acquaintances or people she passes when walking down the street. She’s making jokes and floating about the room. The soft smile never drops from her face.
Ms. Cygne is never too far. Out of earshot, yes, but never quite out of eye-line. It’s difficult to tell if Lady is sticking close to her or vice versa.
~ The Dying Swan ~
Ms. Cygne has already announced that there will be a performance and ushered all of the guests to clear the floor. Lady went to change into her costume about thirty minutes ago. The nerves are starting to get to her— all those people are going to be watching. Judging.
She reminds herself that she’s practiced her ass off, day and night, to get this right. She knows this dance inside and out. Ms. Cygne believes in her. She believes in herself.
The piece isn’t the most technically challenging, though being en pointe for nearly four minutes takes quite a toll, but the hardest part is the emotion. A beautiful creature trying so hard to fly away, only to succumb to the inevitable. It’s full of hope and grief, loss and love.
Lady doesn’t think, she just moves and feels.
…….
The music stops and it’s like falling out of a trance. Her breathing is heavy, but controlled, as she stays on the ground for a few more beats. Long enough to close her eyes and, unable to hear nothing but the rushing of blood in her ears, and pretend she’s alone.
But the world quickly comes back into focus around her, so she stands, curtsies, and waits for Ms. Cygne to dismiss her so that she can go into the powder room and change again.
~ The Ball II ~
After her performance, Lady has changed into a a new dress. It’s a tight, black beaded dress with a feathered mermaid skirt that sits right on the edge of decency for the formal occasion. She is looking to make an impression, not just on Ms. Cygne but on every person in attendance.
At some point she does get overstimulated, or maybe just overwhelmed, and she has to step outside. The walks around a corner so she’s not indirect sight of the door and allows herself to collapse against the exterior of Ms. Cygne’s home. The mask she's been keeping up all night falls away. She takes deep breaths and tries to still the trembling of her hands.
Lady is so focused on her breathing that she doesn't hear anyone approaching until it’s too late to recompose herself.
Lady (Elle) | OTA
Lady has met the assignment: she’s dressed in an all-white ballgown and elbow-length white gloves. Her hair is in a simple bun and she has a feathered diadem wrapped around her head.
Though for the past two years she’s been fairly socially isolated, tonight you would have no idea. She is greeting everyone like they’re old friends— whether they’re school acquaintances or people she passes when walking down the street. She’s making jokes and floating about the room. The soft smile never drops from her face.
Ms. Cygne is never too far. Out of earshot, yes, but never quite out of eye-line. It’s difficult to tell if Lady is sticking close to her or vice versa.
~ The Dying Swan ~
Ms. Cygne has already announced that there will be a performance and ushered all of the guests to clear the floor. Lady went to change into her costume about thirty minutes ago. The nerves are starting to get to her— all those people are going to be watching. Judging.
She reminds herself that she’s practiced her ass off, day and night, to get this right. She knows this dance inside and out. Ms. Cygne believes in her. She believes in herself.
The music starts.
The piece isn’t the most technically challenging, though being en pointe for nearly four minutes takes quite a toll, but the hardest part is the emotion. A beautiful creature trying so hard to fly away, only to succumb to the inevitable. It’s full of hope and grief, loss and love.
Lady doesn’t think, she just moves and feels.
…….
The music stops and it’s like falling out of a trance. Her breathing is heavy, but controlled, as she stays on the ground for a few more beats. Long enough to close her eyes and, unable to hear nothing but the rushing of blood in her ears, and pretend she’s alone.
But the world quickly comes back into focus around her, so she stands, curtsies, and waits for Ms. Cygne to dismiss her so that she can go into the powder room and change again.
~ The Ball II ~
After her performance, Lady has changed into a a new dress. It’s a tight, black beaded dress with a feathered mermaid skirt that sits right on the edge of decency for the formal occasion. She is looking to make an impression, not just on Ms. Cygne but on every person in attendance.
At some point she does get overstimulated, or maybe just overwhelmed, and she has to step outside. The walks around a corner so she’s not indirect sight of the door and allows herself to collapse against the exterior of Ms. Cygne’s home. The mask she's been keeping up all night falls away. She takes deep breaths and tries to still the trembling of her hands.
Lady is so focused on her breathing that she doesn't hear anyone approaching until it’s too late to recompose herself.