Ok everyone! This is what I've been talking about for the past few days.
If you are new to my story (as I've changed the section I label under), don't worry about anything and just read on.
If you are returning to my story from what was Little Vipers/Pandora, No More, I advise you just enjoy this. Because it's gonna be good!
ALSO, PICTURES OF MOLLY, ELIZA, AND ADIN ARE ON MY PROFILE! Please take a moment to view them, as I do little in the ways of description.
This is just a short intro. Next chapter will be normal sized (probably out within a week).
Anyway, tell me what you think. And enjoy!
My life used to be simple. Well, as simple as a life in the opera career could be.
I would wake up in the ballet tower with the fifty-plus other ballet rats to the dulcet tones of the jabbering, soon-to-be drunk stagehands, who would try to cop a feel on some bleary eyed girls on their way to the stage. Screaming and giggling, they'd slam their doors to the hallway shut. Eliza and I would try to change into our white skirts and Pointe shoes in privacy and quiet while this happened (we'd learned to keep our door locked at night).
Once dressed, we'd all rush at once down the splintering old staircase to the backstage for rehearsals. Our young and incompetent ballet mistress would try to teach us something new, or correct our poor performance; but this was mostly a farce. We never got better. Most of the ballet rats didn't care to amend the weak corps we historically were. I couldn't really blame them, but Eliza hated our peers for it.
Deciding there was nothing more she could pretend to do with us, Ms. Lucy would turn us loose on the labyrinth of the Century Opera House. Most of us girls of the legal age and above would pair up with a stagehand and find a shadowed corner, while the young ones would try to be a nuisance and generally be underfoot.
Eliza and I were some of the few exceptions, as we mostly stayed on the stage to watch the talented part of the cast; we never messed around with the lusty stagehands and kept to ourselves. Unless we wanted to pester Adin while he tried to keep up with brawny boys.
Life was simple. Life was easy. But Life was also meaningless.
And then he came.