Yo BTA here and i cant decide whether or not i should actually do a story like this I hope you review to tell me whether or not i should continue this so here is a demo!AND REMEMBER TO REVIEW OR ELSE I WILL NOT CONTINUE THIS STORY SINCE I CAN'T DECIDE WHETHER OR NOT TO DO A STORY LIKE THIS!
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Swan Lake DEMO!(read the top please)
3rd person
Our story takes place in the town of London, the capital of England its self. There in the Royal Opera House, back stage, sat a brunet with spiky brurnt umber hair that reached his to his thighs and beautiful amber eyes. He plucked a few strings on his famous Red Violin, "The Violin of Fate" he called it because this violin has brought him through many difficulties, out of the dark and into the light, lead him to his love one, you can name it anyway but it will always mean the same thing to him, brought him joy, and in return he took care of the violin with every once of love and compassion he had."SO this is where you've been during the entire show." a calm deep Baritone voice said breaking the pleasant silence that allowed the feminine-like brunet to think in peace. The man stepped out of the shadows, he had golden blonde hair spiky but it was cut to the end of his ears unlike the brunet's long flowing hair, his beautiful sky blue eyes with the aura around made him like a prince, even though he was one. The brunet smiled at the blonde who had now placed his hands on his shoulders and tilted his head up ward to steal a sweet but passionate kiss from the blushing brunet. They sighed in contempt as the held each other close ignoring the chair that separated them, "Your play was magnificent how did you come to write and conduct it so beautifully?" the blonde said as he placed kisses on the small brunet's neck, "Hm? Tsunayoshi?" he said in a husky tone while the Tsunayoshi moaned due to his sensitivity. Tsunayoshi only smiles as the Giotto picks him up and led him to the bed that was there for Tsunayoshi if was too tired to go home. "It all came to me at the beginning and the end but not in the middle because that is where we made the addicting melody that was once called our present, that is where i bonds strengthened and became pure but tainted at the same time. That was us back then and now we are one, in this never-ending play called; Swan Lake."
Oh yes he could still hear it the yells for each other as the two adults separated them. The music that played years later when they finally met again at the masquerade of truth and lies. The illusionist that craved for him and wanted the kingdom and Giotto dead. The girl who was in love with the illusionist who was one of his best friends and best dancers. "How did this happen?", you ask. well i shall tell you in the words of a poet with the melody of roses and thorns as long as you listen to each dying word and remember it clearly, for this shall never be written for any one but you. Join me as i tell you the tale of my life or better known as the play that was once our present, "The Swan Lake."
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