Ash: hi again guys, it's me again, and I'm back with my third chapter.
*CRASH* I wince; turn to see trickster had knocked over when of my drum symbols. (Yes I am a girl and I play drums. Got a problem with that?) Trickster turns and looks at me a little sheepish. *sigh*
Ash: any way on with the storing and please, please review
Disclaimer: I do not own cirque du soliel or any of its characters, except my own ;)
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The Trickster?
(Please listen to the opening music for Kooza, it will make more sense)
The music was quiet and calm almost curious, I could see moves I could do to this music. As the music began to rise slightly, the clowns waved goodbye to me and the innocent who had been sitting next to me stood up looking apologetic and waved as he ran away. I then noticed that the unicyclist and his lady had disappeared also. It was as if something I couldn't hear had called them away. Then a sigh like sound.
I stood up and walked to the middle of the stage. I listened to the music; let it flow through my body. I could feel myself drifting off, not into sleep but like a day dream. My body began to sway and begin to find the rhythm of the music. Rising higher and higher. Then the music became more involved and my body moved of its own accord, twisting and turning. No, my body had definitely not forgotten the joy of dancing.
(Please just listen till the music changes, imagine the character dancing to her own moves, it makes more sense this way)
The music reached its peak.
Then became curious again, like a child. Trumpets and shouts, the singers joyful.
Then the music changed into something different. It was fun, playful, curious and total enjoyment.
I could feel a smile spreading itself across my face.
Oh my, what was this place?
My body found the new rhythm and begun to move, intertwining and becoming one with the music. I could feel it resonating inside me.
The bass drum thumping.
The singers sounded like they were enjoying themselves, and the instruments voiced the musicians complete happiness.
My body continued to move, I think I may have even done a couple of splits and somersaults, my gymnastics coming back to me. Was I still this bendy?
What was this place doing to me? It was like I was becoming a care free child again. But, wasn't it just an old circus tent? But why were all these people here? My question washed away, and soothed away by the music.
The trumpets and drums continued, and singers poured their hearts into the song.
Then. The music stopped.
I found myself in a finishing split. What was I doing?
I picked myself of the floor and stretched my arms up, then stretched my legs so that it wouldn't be so painful later, using muscles you don't normally use hurt, especially if you don't stretch. I then realised I was still wearing jeans, oh god, please say they haven't split, they were skinny jeans as well. I could feel the blood drain from my face. They had split!
I quickly sat back on the stage. Oh god how embarrassing, and to think there were over 30 people here as well. I watched as innocent came running back out looking concerned. With him was a great shaggy dog.
"Hi innocent, erm, I don't suppose anyone could lend me a spare pair of trousers, could they?" I asked embarrassed, all I got from innocent was a confused look. Letting out I frustrated sigh I then explained, "I forgot I was wearing jeans and the seams have split when I was dancing" at this I got a reaction. Innocents mouth formed a small 'O', he then quickly nodded held up his index finger in a 'wait a minute' sign and ran back off to where he had come from.
The dog had sat beside me and had tilted its head looking at me. "hi boy" at this the dogs tail began wagging happily. I reached over and screeched him behind the ears, at this the speed of his tail increased. Better be careful not to get whipped by that. I then scratched him under the chin.
By the time innocent came back the dog was lying on his back and I was giving him a belly rub. The innocent looked perplexed when he saw this, but I just grinned, and he replied with a smile. The innocent then held up a sheet of fabric to me. He motioned wrapping it around himself then pointing at me. I nodded and he then pointed back to where he had come from, he then handed me the peace of cloth.
It was incredibly soft and silky. It was a beautiful mixture of blues and was about a meter in width and a meter and a half in length. I wrapped it around myself and stood up. I then followed innocent around the back of the stage.
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I had followed innocent down a number of corridors, and I now found myself standing in a big dressing room. On either side of the big room was a length of mirror and a long shelf type-thing serving as one long dressing table (like in a theatre dressing room), these were crowded with make-up and other such things. towards the back of the room there was what looked like a line of changing rooms. In the middle of the room were rails and rails of costumes, leotards and other things.
Innocent led me over to what seemed to be the women's half of the room and walked past a few rails of clothing before stopping at one. The rail seemed to be full of different coloured leotards and all about my size. Innocent pointed at the rail of clothing and then at me.
"I can wear one of these?" I asked, he nodded, "really?" again he nodded, eek I was so happy, it was like shopping for free. I always had loved dressing up. I could feel the goofy grin on my face and I smiled at innocent. "Thanks."
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I had been looking through the clothing for about 10 minutes when I spotted it. It was a beautiful black and blue leotard with sparkles. The main body of it was black and had spirals of silver splashed across it, with strips of blue curling from under the shoulders and around the back of the neck, as well as from the hips to mid-thigh. Its sleeves were opaque black with star like sparkles; these came from the blue strips around the neck down the shoulders and to the wrist. It had a ruffled skirt which could be removed, the top layer was blue and the under layer was black, (like the trapeze artists, skirt except in black and blue).
I walked to innocent who had sat down on one of the many sofas and held it up to him, "is this one okay?" he nodded and pointed to the changing rooms, "okay, I'll be back in a min" I smiled and walked off to the closest changing room.
The changing room was quite large with white walls; it had a cushioned bench against one wall, and a number of mirrors so you could see yourself from all angles, as well as six hooks.
I removed the cloth wrapped around my waist folded it and put it on the bench, I then proceeded to remove, my shoes, socks, jeans and top, I folded these in turn and also placed them on the bench. I then slipped into the leotard. It fitted perfectly and you could see my toned body from the years of training. The back on it was like a mirror image of the front. I placed my shoes and socks on and then opened the door and carried my clothes and the cloth back to where innocent was.
"Hi" it was a little embarrassing to be wearing this sort of clothing again, Innocent look up from where he had been fiddling with his kite and a shocked expression crossed his face. "I don't suppose you have something I can put my clothes in?" I asked as I set them and the cloth on a nearby table, I then picked up the cloth and turned back to innocent. He was still sitting there shocked, "err, innocent, is there something wrong?" I asked waving my hand in front of his face. He blinked and seemed to come back to himself; he then looked back up at me and shook his head. Seeing that there was nothing wrong I handed back the piece of cloth, which he took gratefully. Standing up he pointed to my feet, "yeah I guess I does look a bit odd doesn't it" I said realising he was referring to my converse.
Innocent motioned me to follow him and I found myself standing in front of a huge rack of shoes. There were shoes in all different colours going from black to yellow, in a line like a colour wheel. Innocent walked to the black area of shoes, and then looked at me. I realised he wanted me to pick a pair, so bent down to where the smaller shoes were and picked out a pair of black gymnastic shoes which had a strip of elastic crossing over from each side. I put these on after removing my shoes and socks; they were a perfect fit just like my leotard. Standing up I practiced flexing my foot, the shoes were really comfortable. I smiled at innocent, who had been waiting for me.
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We were now back on the steps of the stage. Innocent had found a bag for me to put my stuff in and had 'said' I could leave them in dressing room. I looked to see the musicians back in the bataclan and preparing for another piece. I watched as a women dressed in a red and gold with a ruffled skirt like mine walked out. There was an air of authority about her as she stalked across the stage to where a trapeze was being lowered. She grabbed the bar and the musicians began to play.
I watched as she swung and spun gracefully before flying of higher in to the air. She then began to swing more jumping off, hanging upside-down, twisting, spinning and many more moves before being lowered back to the stage. Innocent and I clapped when she was safely back on the ground. She stared at me in shock, and then bowed, before stalking off back stage. I looked to innocent who just shrugged.
Hearing a commotion I watched as a clown in big trousers with a big cone like hat came running past with Dog nipping at his heels. I turned to see innocent face-palm and sigh. Looking back to the two running around the stage I noticed the clown had a bone in his hand. Oh
I stood up from my perch on the steps and stood on the edge of the stage. As the clown ran towards I stuck my foot out, luckily he didn't notice me since he was too worried about Dog. He tripped straight over my foot and face-planted the floor with his hands out stretched in front of him, almost like a cartoon. I walked over to him and took the bone from his hand and gave it back to Dog, who then walked off to the other side of the stage with his tail high in the air, he then settled down and began gnawing on his bone.
I looked down to where the clown was still flat on the floor and nudge him with my foot. "Ow, hey that hurt" he said looking up at me, and then gapped at me.
"Your catching flies" I said after about a minute of him staring at me, at this he quickly closed his jaw, stood up and composed himself before bowing.
"Mademoiselle, I am Christian, it is my greatest pleasure in meeting you" he said trying to sound seductive I believe, at this I just raised an eye-brow. I turned to find innocent at my side staring at him. (sorry if his a bit OOC)
"Is he usually like this?" I asked, my reply was a shake of the head, well that's odd, "hello, my name is Ayane, It's nice to meet you" I said politely, however I think Christian thinks I was flirting. eep
"Please call me Chris, Ayane"
"Ok, Chris" at this he seemed to light up. Weird. I looked to Innocent who just shrugged. "so why did you still Dogs bone?"
"Why, I'm a pickpocket" he said matter of factly, he then began removing his hat and red nose. His hair looked greasy and slicked down with gel, and his also had this odd smile on his face. He them slide the braces of his big clown trouser of his arms revealing the top of a suit, the trousers now fallen down now because there were no braces revealed the bottom half of the suit. Stepping out of the clown trousers he kicked them away. He was wearing a purply-black blazer, waist coat and trousers with a light pink shirt. It looked a bit strange.
"A pickpocket, why are you at a place like this if you're a pickpocket?" I asked him, to which he grinned
"Easy pickings" he said as if it was obvious. I was shocked, he pickpocketed the crowd.
"You shouldn't do that it's bad" I said angrily, then suddenly I heard a police siren and a small old car which had to be peddled came from back stage, the back seemed to be a holding cell and it had the word police written on it in big words. I looked to see the pickpocket running off, but a police man stepped out and caught him, which was pretty ironic since he had been shouting 'you can't catch me', the other policeman pulled out some steps at the back of the car, and then pushed Chris inside, one of the policemen then got in with him. The car then drove off again.
I looked to innocent who had been standing next to me watching it as well, "is that normal?" at this he nodded.
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Ash: yay another chapter complete, thank god to, its 00:15 right now and I'm about to fall asleep. I hope you enjoyed and if this any mistakes please tell me, right now I'm too tired to proof read and just want to past this. Please review, I enjoy your reviews
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