A YEAR EARLIER
The time was right.
The stage was set.
The curtains drawn.
The dancers dressed.
Their faces painted.
The audience hushed.
It has begun.
The raven-haired, wine-eyed beauty was looking into the golden gilt-framed mirror.
She heard the faint strain of music float from the stage. She tilted her head to the
side, knowing that it would soon be her time to emerge from the curtain and dance.
She sighed, gazing coldly at her reflection with half-lidded eyes. The stage makeup
gaudied up her appearance like nothing else. Her face was painted thick & colorful
as not to lose sight of it 'neath the blinding stage lights. Her lips were done in the
deepest crimson, her eyes in the darkest black. Her hair was done up in a graceful
sweep with plumes of elongated raven feathers & curled extensions. She was dressed
in a fitted corset of black chiffon & lace, with a cut that showed off her plump, alabaster
shoulders. Her tutu was stiff, with flounces of red tulle edged in gold. She looked, quite
frankly, Evil. And wasn't it most appropriate?
For Rue was to play the Raven, Once again.
She was to play the Demon Raven whose job it is to seduce the godly prince & lead him to
his downfall. How paradoxically ironic.' Godly prince, godly prince my ass.' How was it that Fakir,
Fakir of all people, was chosen to play the part of the prince? Was there not a most perfect
person to play that part!? "Goddamn that man..."
"Surely you're not talking about me, hm?"
She abruptly turned, whipping her head around,.... glaring at the familiar cold smirk and colder
eyes assessing her. "Well speak of the devil,"
" And the Devil shall appear..thank you"
The teen leaned against the dressing room doorway, his arms crossed. He was the prince,
or at least, he played the prince.
In any case, the boy was certainly dressed for the part...
He was dressed in the purest white dress shirt, cuffed at the wrists in gold. The vest that enveloped
his torso was the deepest black, embroidered in gold thread. Upon his head was a simple gold
circlet. The music outside was fading, signaling the end of one scene & the beginning of another.
Rue stood up, looking at the guy with utter contempt, and pursed her plush red lips. " I hate you."
He straightened up, adjusted his collar, and bit his lip, "Likewise". He stood aside to let the
ballerina pass him, but she paused. Rue faced him, leaning into him. The boy took an unconscious
step back."Yes, but...Among our audience tonight are representatives from Juilliard. So,...
be seduced by me."
He swallowed.
She smirked.
Rue & Fakir are about to preform a ballet/play/drama.....Julliard representatives are in the audience. DON'T ASK ME HOW.
Don't be confused, I'm trying to collect my thoughts.
All this came upon me after I had my first real cup of coffee. The hormone-driven action some people are expecting won't come till chapter three
I am so tired right now....