And when the lights dimmed, and the applause faded – she knew it was over, it was done. She was finished. She was perfect—absolutely perfect.
And when the lights dimmed and the applause faded – he knew it was over. His Nina, his innocent little white swan was gone. She wasn't just lost in society she was lost in her own mind. She completely lost herself to this role. She lost everything for this role – her sanity, her peace of mind, her life. He was sorry, he was repentant, but was he done?
And when the lights dimmed and the applause faded – she knew it was over. The she would be next – that she could be next. She didn't want this to happen; she didn't want it to end up this way. She just wanted to help her, to be her friend; she didn't know how bad she was hurting. She should have know, she wish she had know, she wish she had paid more attention.
And when the lights dimmed and the applause faded— she didn't know what to think. Her sweet girl just finished her dream—her beautiful wonderful dream. Watching her dance was beautiful—watching her fall was tragic. Her daughter, her beautiful, innocent sweet little Nina was gone. She tried keeping her safe, keeping her away from this place. She failed. She failed as a person, as a mother…Nina's mother. Should she have let go? Held on longer? Went to class with her every day?
And when the lights dimmed and the applause faded—they didn't know what to think. They were conflicted. On one hand they were glad she was gone, out of the spotlight, his perfect little princess. They all wanted her roll but they didn't want it like this but they knew it would happen. They knew she would lose it – but they didn't know it would tonight. Or did they?
And when the lights dimmed and the applause faded— she smiled. It was this evil, sadistic little smile. She knew she wouldn't last, that she couldn't handle the role. She knew that the little princess would get pushed right over the edge. She knew it would happen; just not this fast. But she was the original prima ballerina; she knew a breakdown was a definite eventuality.
She was beautiful – she was "The Swan Queen" she lived for the applause and she died for the applause. She lived and breathed that role everyday until it took over. She did everything he said – everything he said—everything the voices in her said—the pictures on her walls- the face looking down at her above the waters of her "soothing" bath. She wanted to be perfect – she was dying to be perfect and in her eyes… she died perfectly and in character. So when he held the head of his princess, he was scared but in her red, dying eyes she saw pride – he was proud of her, so proud she didn't notice the pain of losing herself.
And when the light dimmed, the applause faded, and he asked what she had done the swan uttered her final words
I felt it. Perfect. I was perfect.