Maria's Story: Being Me
Disclaimer: The Plot and Characters belong to The Sound of Music & 20th Century Fox, However Maria's Thoughts are mine.
Written by: Maria's Georg
Authors Note* I included the 3 deleted scenes from the film, info I learned and info I made up. Also this is a working story, and a working tittle! Enjoy Reading and please review it! Feel free to e-mail me! Okay here it is the moment you've all been waiting for! "The Laendler"! I'm so excited! I hope this turns out good!
Apology Note* Sorry about the wait guys but I blame one day on the "Blackout of 2003" which I did get for a good 24hrs and I was taking a short brake. I'll be gone this weekend, however so if I don't e-mail you back right away don't be mad. Please note however that I will be going back to school starting Aug 28th and since It's my freshman year in college I don't know if I will have time to update as often as I'd like. I will try as hard as I possibly can though.
5 Review Ransom for the next chapter! Thanks for the reviews everyone you've been great!!
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Chapter 17: A Tango
I watch as the guests enter talk and dance. It seemed all so very boring. I thought I had enough of this and went in search of the children. I finally hear them, near the courtyard outside of the lively ballroom. I head that way to find Liesl & Friedrich waltzing. How odd they didn't know how to sing, but they know how to dance?
"Well, why didn't you children tell me you could dance?"
"We were afraid you'd make us all dance together." He twirls
"The von Trapp Family Dancers!" We share a good laugh and a new dance begins. Which of course, the children became enamored with and we took a little walk to get a better look.
"What's that their playing?" I hear Little Gretl ask. She's so cute! It was the Laendler of course, I had danced it when I was a child. When my father came home he'd teach me a new dance.
"It's the Laendler, it's an Austrian folk dance." I replied hoping that would be enough, I didn't want to show them how to dance it.
"Show Me." Oh dear, that's not quite what I wanted but I supposed I should expect it from one of the von Trapp boys. Hmm.it has been awhile, I doubt I'd remember all of the steps.
"I haven't done that since I was a little girl."
"Oh you remember."
"Please."
"Well---."
"Please." OooH how can I refuse him!
"Oh alright. Come on over here." I lead Kurt to an open part of the elaborate courtyard, and began to instruct him in the art of the Laendler.
"You bow and I curtsy." We did as instructed.
"Like this?"
"Fine. Now we go for a little walk-this way." I take Kurt's hand while I demonstrate what were supposed to do.
"Now, step, hop, step, hop. Now, turn Under-" We attempt to turn but he's just to short for me.
"Whoop, not quite." I smile. This isn't working.
"This way. Hop, step, hop and Under."
"Hmm.uh-"
"Kurt?"
"Um."
"We'll have to practice." Suddenly Kurt is gone. I whirl around to see if he's done trying to learn the Laendler. To my surprise I find the Captain standing there, offering me a hand. Where did he come from? I didn't see him walk this way, perhaps he came while Kurt and I were dancing. I look down at this offering hand, questioning. I look back up at him, with a slight smile on his face.
I hesitantly place my hand in his. I immediately feel the effect he's having on me. It's warm, very warm near him. My heart starts to beat fast, as we dance together. I can feel his smile.
We let go of our hands and I dance around him, swinging my skirt as he claps. Together we walk to the other side of the courtyard and he takes my other hand. His hands are warm, I love the way they feel around my hands. We continue to dance hop, step, hop, step the twirl, he raises his right arm to allow me to twirl under him. I certainly was having fun, in my awkwardness.
After I'm done twirling he takes my free hand. His arm is touching my waist and all the hope for me to dance without becoming nervous is lost. We dance to another spot and I twirl once more, making our hands touch. Palm to palm. We step to our opposite sides, in unison with the music. Our faces meet, I dare not look into his eyes, and instead I try desperately to concentrate on the dancing. He's so very close.
I turn under him and we switch places doing the same turn. Again I look to the side, avoiding his eyes. I know he's smiling at me. I beg myself not to look at he's smiling face. I turn again off to the left then the right. I twirl to meet him. Face to face, our hands palm to palm reaching above our heads. I knew this next moment was coming and it had forced butterflies in my stomach. We brought our hands down together and wrapped his around my waist.
I felt a tingle of excitement in my nervous state. He was still smiling and I was still as nervous as ever. I loved feeling him, the feel of his arms around my waist, but as much as I enjoyed it, scared me in may ways. Ways that I'd never thought possible, until now. I refused, again to look at him. I knew that if I did he'd see deep down into my soul. Hidden there would be everything, including my deepest feelings. We let go of our hands and I danced around him.
I am thankful for the small distance between us, I begin to calm down. However my heart is still beating fast. He touches me I feel, everything in that touch. I begin to lose myself in him. Everything is becoming a blur. I turn around and our left palms meet and we fling them back, our hands met again. My left is captured by his left hand and we raise them above our heads. Fingers to fingers. We twirl, I manage not looking at him again, but my heart beats faster each turn.
Every touch, every smile. We turn once more, so close our bodies are barely touching. I lose the world around us. And I can't keep myself from looking straight into his eyes. My world has disappeared in my mind and all I want is to be enraptured in him. I stopped breathing at that moment and the only thing I can feel is every place that he has touched me, he left an invisible mark on every part. I feel his eyes burn into mine. My vision blurs and I can only see what's in his eyes. I can see everything that I feel in those eyes, and everything that I want to touch it, everything I want to live it.
Finding my feet, I step back confused, frightened and somewhat ashamed of what had happened. Or what was about to happen. My eyes still within his soul, and his still looking into mine.
Our dance had ended, or had it just begun?
With the distance between us forcing the air back into my lungs and began to speak.
"I don't remember anymore." I was out of breath, but it wasn't from the dancing. I couldn't remember exactly what we were doing before the dance, my mind and heart were racing and forcing me to recall things that I had forgotten for the moment. He hadn't said anything or did anything, he just continued to stare straight into my eyes, as I was too. It seemed we just couldn't look away. I was in awe.
"Your face is all red." I heard Brigitta's voice. I had forgotten the children were there. They had been watching us. My hands flew to my face in a lame attempt to cover up my embarrassment.
"Is it? I don't suppose I'm used to dancing." I had to come up with an excuse, and that one was half-true.
However our eyes, did not want to leave the others. I felt something wonderful, something I did not want to lose.
"That was beautifully done." Our soul shattering connection broke in that instant. The Captain was the one to brake it, at the sound of the Baroness's voice. He turned in her direction, she seemed to becoming out of the ballroom. My hands were still stuck to my face but they were as obvious as the redness in my cheeks. I looked to the Baroness.
"What a lovely couple you make."
"Yes I think it's time the children said Goodnight." My heart had slowed down, and I was feeling much more normal. But I knew in my mind that I'd never forget that dance.
"Yes, we'll be in the hall in a moment. We have something special prepared. Right?"
"Right." I raced off into the paved path to the front of the house, the cool night air surrounding itself around me. Cooling me down, making me feel real, every step I took became more real as I walked out of my trance.
Disclaimer: The Plot and Characters belong to The Sound of Music & 20th Century Fox, However Maria's Thoughts are mine.
Written by: Maria's Georg
Authors Note* I included the 3 deleted scenes from the film, info I learned and info I made up. Also this is a working story, and a working tittle! Enjoy Reading and please review it! Feel free to e-mail me! Okay here it is the moment you've all been waiting for! "The Laendler"! I'm so excited! I hope this turns out good!
Apology Note* Sorry about the wait guys but I blame one day on the "Blackout of 2003" which I did get for a good 24hrs and I was taking a short brake. I'll be gone this weekend, however so if I don't e-mail you back right away don't be mad. Please note however that I will be going back to school starting Aug 28th and since It's my freshman year in college I don't know if I will have time to update as often as I'd like. I will try as hard as I possibly can though.
5 Review Ransom for the next chapter! Thanks for the reviews everyone you've been great!!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Chapter 17: A Tango
I watch as the guests enter talk and dance. It seemed all so very boring. I thought I had enough of this and went in search of the children. I finally hear them, near the courtyard outside of the lively ballroom. I head that way to find Liesl & Friedrich waltzing. How odd they didn't know how to sing, but they know how to dance?
"Well, why didn't you children tell me you could dance?"
"We were afraid you'd make us all dance together." He twirls
"The von Trapp Family Dancers!" We share a good laugh and a new dance begins. Which of course, the children became enamored with and we took a little walk to get a better look.
"What's that their playing?" I hear Little Gretl ask. She's so cute! It was the Laendler of course, I had danced it when I was a child. When my father came home he'd teach me a new dance.
"It's the Laendler, it's an Austrian folk dance." I replied hoping that would be enough, I didn't want to show them how to dance it.
"Show Me." Oh dear, that's not quite what I wanted but I supposed I should expect it from one of the von Trapp boys. Hmm.it has been awhile, I doubt I'd remember all of the steps.
"I haven't done that since I was a little girl."
"Oh you remember."
"Please."
"Well---."
"Please." OooH how can I refuse him!
"Oh alright. Come on over here." I lead Kurt to an open part of the elaborate courtyard, and began to instruct him in the art of the Laendler.
"You bow and I curtsy." We did as instructed.
"Like this?"
"Fine. Now we go for a little walk-this way." I take Kurt's hand while I demonstrate what were supposed to do.
"Now, step, hop, step, hop. Now, turn Under-" We attempt to turn but he's just to short for me.
"Whoop, not quite." I smile. This isn't working.
"This way. Hop, step, hop and Under."
"Hmm.uh-"
"Kurt?"
"Um."
"We'll have to practice." Suddenly Kurt is gone. I whirl around to see if he's done trying to learn the Laendler. To my surprise I find the Captain standing there, offering me a hand. Where did he come from? I didn't see him walk this way, perhaps he came while Kurt and I were dancing. I look down at this offering hand, questioning. I look back up at him, with a slight smile on his face.
I hesitantly place my hand in his. I immediately feel the effect he's having on me. It's warm, very warm near him. My heart starts to beat fast, as we dance together. I can feel his smile.
We let go of our hands and I dance around him, swinging my skirt as he claps. Together we walk to the other side of the courtyard and he takes my other hand. His hands are warm, I love the way they feel around my hands. We continue to dance hop, step, hop, step the twirl, he raises his right arm to allow me to twirl under him. I certainly was having fun, in my awkwardness.
After I'm done twirling he takes my free hand. His arm is touching my waist and all the hope for me to dance without becoming nervous is lost. We dance to another spot and I twirl once more, making our hands touch. Palm to palm. We step to our opposite sides, in unison with the music. Our faces meet, I dare not look into his eyes, and instead I try desperately to concentrate on the dancing. He's so very close.
I turn under him and we switch places doing the same turn. Again I look to the side, avoiding his eyes. I know he's smiling at me. I beg myself not to look at he's smiling face. I turn again off to the left then the right. I twirl to meet him. Face to face, our hands palm to palm reaching above our heads. I knew this next moment was coming and it had forced butterflies in my stomach. We brought our hands down together and wrapped his around my waist.
I felt a tingle of excitement in my nervous state. He was still smiling and I was still as nervous as ever. I loved feeling him, the feel of his arms around my waist, but as much as I enjoyed it, scared me in may ways. Ways that I'd never thought possible, until now. I refused, again to look at him. I knew that if I did he'd see deep down into my soul. Hidden there would be everything, including my deepest feelings. We let go of our hands and I danced around him.
I am thankful for the small distance between us, I begin to calm down. However my heart is still beating fast. He touches me I feel, everything in that touch. I begin to lose myself in him. Everything is becoming a blur. I turn around and our left palms meet and we fling them back, our hands met again. My left is captured by his left hand and we raise them above our heads. Fingers to fingers. We twirl, I manage not looking at him again, but my heart beats faster each turn.
Every touch, every smile. We turn once more, so close our bodies are barely touching. I lose the world around us. And I can't keep myself from looking straight into his eyes. My world has disappeared in my mind and all I want is to be enraptured in him. I stopped breathing at that moment and the only thing I can feel is every place that he has touched me, he left an invisible mark on every part. I feel his eyes burn into mine. My vision blurs and I can only see what's in his eyes. I can see everything that I feel in those eyes, and everything that I want to touch it, everything I want to live it.
Finding my feet, I step back confused, frightened and somewhat ashamed of what had happened. Or what was about to happen. My eyes still within his soul, and his still looking into mine.
Our dance had ended, or had it just begun?
With the distance between us forcing the air back into my lungs and began to speak.
"I don't remember anymore." I was out of breath, but it wasn't from the dancing. I couldn't remember exactly what we were doing before the dance, my mind and heart were racing and forcing me to recall things that I had forgotten for the moment. He hadn't said anything or did anything, he just continued to stare straight into my eyes, as I was too. It seemed we just couldn't look away. I was in awe.
"Your face is all red." I heard Brigitta's voice. I had forgotten the children were there. They had been watching us. My hands flew to my face in a lame attempt to cover up my embarrassment.
"Is it? I don't suppose I'm used to dancing." I had to come up with an excuse, and that one was half-true.
However our eyes, did not want to leave the others. I felt something wonderful, something I did not want to lose.
"That was beautifully done." Our soul shattering connection broke in that instant. The Captain was the one to brake it, at the sound of the Baroness's voice. He turned in her direction, she seemed to becoming out of the ballroom. My hands were still stuck to my face but they were as obvious as the redness in my cheeks. I looked to the Baroness.
"What a lovely couple you make."
"Yes I think it's time the children said Goodnight." My heart had slowed down, and I was feeling much more normal. But I knew in my mind that I'd never forget that dance.
"Yes, we'll be in the hall in a moment. We have something special prepared. Right?"
"Right." I raced off into the paved path to the front of the house, the cool night air surrounding itself around me. Cooling me down, making me feel real, every step I took became more real as I walked out of my trance.