See Her Smile
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: Nope...
Author's Note: Geez, I am soo sorry! I kept meaning to update, but it never happened!! **please don't be mad at me** Anyway, here's the next chapter!!
April sat cross-legged on the stage, frowning as she reread the first page of Canterbury Tales. So pretty much, it was the beginning of April ((haha)) and it was raining, bringing flowers and life to plants. The constellations were changing with the coming spring... She had that much. Okay, so the spring gave people the courage and inclination to go on a pilgrimage to Canterbury and he (who-ever the 'I' was) met up with twenty-nine people who were doing the same. With a sigh, she turned the page. This could take a while.
"Hey, April!" one of the other girls called over. "Whatcha reading?"
April held up the book in response and Nat blanched. "In Middle English and everything? No wonder it looks like that vein in your forehead's gonna burst."
"Yeah, yeah..." April sighed and placed the book down. "It's for that English course I signed up for," she explained. "I just hadn't expected it to be so difficult..."
Nat nodded sympathetically and came to sit beside her friend. "So take a break. The whole point of today was to relax before opening night."
With a smile, April agreed, placing her book down on the floor. "You nervous?"
"No, you?"
She bit her lip and glanced out over the expanse of seats that would be filled tonight. "No."
Nat watched her with amusement. "Liar," she laughed. "You'll do fine, so don't worry."
*
April stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her costume and making sure her make-up was right. The skin-tight leotard was pale silver, and the translucent skirt flowing to her ankles even paler. Onstage, the skirt would float back like wings. The thought brought a nervous smile to her face. Swan Lake was a beautiful ballet; she hoped she could do it justice.
Exiting the dressing room, the dancer glanced around at all the people hurrying about backstage. The fact that it was actually opening night seemed to have just hit some of them, as she was far from the only nervous face.
Then, all of a sudden, the stage manager was whispering "Good luck!" and pushing them out onstage. It was starting. As the curtain rose, there was no time to be anxious. There was just the music and the smooth flow of practiced steps and graceful turns. The music was a part of her and April lost herself to the dance. Before she even realized it, they were taking bows and the audience was on its feet to applaud.
As the curtain dropped, Nat rushed over and hugged April tightly. "We did it!" the smaller girl squealed. "We did it, and they loved us!!"
"Yeah!" it was easy to get caught up in Nat's enthusiasm. "You were great!"
"So were you," Nat replied, finally releasing her hold on April.
"Hey, April said suddenly, grinning. "My roommates and I were planning on going to the Life Café to celebrate. "Want to come?"
"That's be great!" Nat smoothed her leotard. "Meet you out here after we change, k?"
April nodded, and they both hurried to switch into comfortable street clothes. It felt weird to wear jeans and a tank top after the second-skin feeling of the spandex, but it was a bit more comfortable to say the least. April tugged on her sneakers and hurried out the where Nat was waiting. "All set? Let's go."
The two girls headed for the stage door, chatting about small mistakes they thought they had made, and the reactions of the audience. The cool night air felt nice after the heat from dancing and both girls took a moment to 'soak it in' before finding April's roommates.
It didn't take too long to spot Mark, Maureen, Benny and Collins. The four of them practically group-hugged April, showering both her and Nat with praise at the amazingly wonderful performance. It was wonderful for the dancer, except...
"Mark, where's Roger?"
Her roommates exchanged glances, the happy atmosphere disappearing. "Well," the filmmaker replied hesitantly, "He couldn't come."
*
What do you think so far? Bad Roger...
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: Nope...
Author's Note: Geez, I am soo sorry! I kept meaning to update, but it never happened!! **please don't be mad at me** Anyway, here's the next chapter!!
April sat cross-legged on the stage, frowning as she reread the first page of Canterbury Tales. So pretty much, it was the beginning of April ((haha)) and it was raining, bringing flowers and life to plants. The constellations were changing with the coming spring... She had that much. Okay, so the spring gave people the courage and inclination to go on a pilgrimage to Canterbury and he (who-ever the 'I' was) met up with twenty-nine people who were doing the same. With a sigh, she turned the page. This could take a while.
"Hey, April!" one of the other girls called over. "Whatcha reading?"
April held up the book in response and Nat blanched. "In Middle English and everything? No wonder it looks like that vein in your forehead's gonna burst."
"Yeah, yeah..." April sighed and placed the book down. "It's for that English course I signed up for," she explained. "I just hadn't expected it to be so difficult..."
Nat nodded sympathetically and came to sit beside her friend. "So take a break. The whole point of today was to relax before opening night."
With a smile, April agreed, placing her book down on the floor. "You nervous?"
"No, you?"
She bit her lip and glanced out over the expanse of seats that would be filled tonight. "No."
Nat watched her with amusement. "Liar," she laughed. "You'll do fine, so don't worry."
*
April stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her costume and making sure her make-up was right. The skin-tight leotard was pale silver, and the translucent skirt flowing to her ankles even paler. Onstage, the skirt would float back like wings. The thought brought a nervous smile to her face. Swan Lake was a beautiful ballet; she hoped she could do it justice.
Exiting the dressing room, the dancer glanced around at all the people hurrying about backstage. The fact that it was actually opening night seemed to have just hit some of them, as she was far from the only nervous face.
Then, all of a sudden, the stage manager was whispering "Good luck!" and pushing them out onstage. It was starting. As the curtain rose, there was no time to be anxious. There was just the music and the smooth flow of practiced steps and graceful turns. The music was a part of her and April lost herself to the dance. Before she even realized it, they were taking bows and the audience was on its feet to applaud.
As the curtain dropped, Nat rushed over and hugged April tightly. "We did it!" the smaller girl squealed. "We did it, and they loved us!!"
"Yeah!" it was easy to get caught up in Nat's enthusiasm. "You were great!"
"So were you," Nat replied, finally releasing her hold on April.
"Hey, April said suddenly, grinning. "My roommates and I were planning on going to the Life Café to celebrate. "Want to come?"
"That's be great!" Nat smoothed her leotard. "Meet you out here after we change, k?"
April nodded, and they both hurried to switch into comfortable street clothes. It felt weird to wear jeans and a tank top after the second-skin feeling of the spandex, but it was a bit more comfortable to say the least. April tugged on her sneakers and hurried out the where Nat was waiting. "All set? Let's go."
The two girls headed for the stage door, chatting about small mistakes they thought they had made, and the reactions of the audience. The cool night air felt nice after the heat from dancing and both girls took a moment to 'soak it in' before finding April's roommates.
It didn't take too long to spot Mark, Maureen, Benny and Collins. The four of them practically group-hugged April, showering both her and Nat with praise at the amazingly wonderful performance. It was wonderful for the dancer, except...
"Mark, where's Roger?"
Her roommates exchanged glances, the happy atmosphere disappearing. "Well," the filmmaker replied hesitantly, "He couldn't come."
*
What do you think so far? Bad Roger...