She was ready. A nervous kind of ready, but ready all the same. She slowly and carefully began to tweak her posture. Not enough so that anyone could quite discern her moving, but just enough to make her stance a tab more graceful.
"Set."
Her stomach began to tighten, as if someone had wrapped a cord around it and was pulling the string slowly through the top of her head. How much longer is this going to take? If she waited any longer, she wouldn't be able to breathe, let alone anything else!...And that's when it started. Quietly, but it was there. 'One, two, out of pose. Three, four posse and down.'...And then it happened. She was gone. She was the figurine in a child's music box, limited movement, but graceful, so smooth. Achingly sad...to the point it was almost a creepy dance, like a spider spinning its web. The music box was inside of her, singing quietly, so very quietly. And it was in front of her, dancing with her, the masked partner in her masquerade dance. Gone. It was going away...It was BREAKING... She reached out toward her phantom partner, as the phantom slowed to a stop, as the music box inside her played its last note. Silence. Only for a moment, but also for an eternity. Her partner began to lower its mask but she couldn't see its face. She strained to see its face, and she could almost make it out...But it was so shadowed...And...
-BANG! –
The music box exploded within her, causing thousands of thin invisible strings to race from the music box in her center. The strings raced through her body and wormed themselves out of her, before pulling themselves tight from her body. They jerked her away from her partner, threw her into the music and she had neither the power nor will to stop them. They were brutal in exactness, but that was fine, they did not hurt her… she wasn't afraid of the strings…She wasn't angry either. What was that feeling...? Euphoria…. It was euphoria. She was filled to the brim with noise. Everywhere she turned, there was music. She was a song, and everything in her that had been screaming to be heard when she was a figurine, was released in that moment….. The music began to slow, but if anything, that only made her movements fiercer…
That's when it stopped. The strings vanished. She froze. Dazed, and slightly out of breathe, she stared ahead, still set, as she once again became aware of the audience in front of her, and the other guard members beside her. As she began to try to recall what she had just done, she noticed that two of the audience members watching her closely, which was fairly good, consider in that she was on the very end of the line. Allowing herself a small smile, she stripped her first movement flag and picked up the second's. Two more to go.