I realized that I subconsciously based Anwen and Helyan off of my color guard choreographers .-. Awkward... Anyway, look! I posted an actual chapter! *sniff* I'm so proud of myself. I'm going to go back and edit the Kei-based story (even though I haven't posted it yet .-.) so it doesn't interfere with this one too much as of yet. At some point, I am going to merge it into this one, but they will remain two separate stories, but from a third person omniscient point of view centering around Flynn and Lavi versus 3PO PoV following Kei (does anyone remember her?) Thank you all for the reviews ^w^ it makes me nervous that I might mess this up but I'm glad people are pumped for new chapters! As always, read and review! I am only able to speak English and a very basic amount of Chinese, so if anyone speaks Welsh or Russian (I think those are the only two languages to show up so far aside from English) and would like to correct Google translate, go right ahead! It would be much appreciated! Have at it, my lovelies!
Both of these links are from youtube so type in www. {youtube} .com before copy and pasting the /watch part. If you copy & paste my youtube part, take out the spaces and the parentheses, otherwise it won't be a valid link.
Eos, Flynn, and Lavi's show music/show: /watch?v=CsGiG1zvuXI&feature=related
The clowns' show music: /watch?v=4YUa_Qns0Ts
It's a short update, sorry TTwTT but I like it _ It's calmer than the past few chapters have been.
"Sasha, you're next. Get Bogdan ready." Helyan shouts across the room to the sandy haired teen.
"Da," Sasha calls back, rushing to get the tiger from his cage.
"Eos, your group will be after Sasha. If there is any last minute cleaning you have to do, do it now." Anwen commands, causing Eos to grab Flynn and Lavi and dash out of the big top.
"We need to get into costume, including show make up. No time for complaints, just go, go!" Eos cries, pushing the two to their caravan. Flynn scrambles to find her costume, and when she does, she slips into the bathroom to put it on. When she returns, Lavi is in costume as well, so they step out of the caravan to see a frantic Eos.
"What took you so long!? Γαμώτο! Έχουμε μόνο μισή ώρα για μακιγιάζ! Lavi, Flynn πρέπει να βιαστούμε! Τουλάχιστον έχω ήδη κάνει το μακιγιάζ μου. Μπορεί να έχω να θυσιάσει τη σκιά ματιών. Γαμώτο, γαμώτο, γαμώτο! (Damn it! We only have half an hour for makeup! Lavi, Flynn we have to hurry! At least I already have my makeup done. I may have to sacrifice the eye shadow. Damn it, damn it, damn it!)" Eos becomes hysterical, sprinting to the small tent connecting to the big top where the performers get ready.
"Sorry, sorry!" Flynn chants, racing after the girl with Lavi in tow. Eos sits them down on a duvet. She retrieves her make-up kit, and sets about painting them. Lavi gets a thick band of eyeliner around the one eye showing and a faint smudge of green and gold on his eyelid. Eos paints swirling, golden shapes with no meaning on his bare abdomen and arms, and pulls his headband off. She moves to Flynn next, painting the same shapes on her stomach and arms, then rings her violet eyes with black, adding a pale lavender smudge to their lids. Eos smears the girl's lips with a bright berry red before tapping a pink powder on her ivory cheeks. The Greek teen grins suddenly, giggling giddily.
"You look so perfect!" She beams.
"Eos, it is your time!" Sasha smiles wearily, leading Bogdan to his cage. "I warn you, Anwen and Helyan were not pleased with my performance. They will be very critical."
"Eh, I've probably seen them worse."
"Still, good skills to all of you."
"Thank you, Sasha. Let's go guys!" Her chocolate curls bounce with her out to the main tent. Lavi watches Flynn glide after the other girl, admiring how smoothly she moves, before following them out. He takes his place in the center of the arena, posing dramatically as he was instructed to by Eos. Allen whoops from the stands, cheering encouragingly. Eos makes a small signal to the band and the snare does three taps before launching into the tune. The three performers' bodies writhe to the music, twisting in ways not thought of outside a circus. By the song's end, they're coated in a sheen of sweat, chests heaving with exertion. Helyan and Anwen turn to each other, whispering. The light chirping of birds wanders in from outside, disrupting the soft noises in the tent. Several minutes pass and the trio of dancers keep their final pose still.
"Relax," Helyan says slowly, and the performers move to a relaxed position. "Lavi, step forward."
The red-head takes several step forward and stands with his hands behind his head.
"Eos has taught you well in the short time you had, but you have not lost yourself to the music yet. Once you do, the movements will be easier and less robotic."
"You calculate exactly what you do." Anwen states. "Do not do that because that is not dancing. That is moving to music. There is no emotion, no life, no energy. All dancers are also actors. They move their audience with the beauty and emotion of their dance. If the music is sad, movement is sad. If it's happy, then the movement is happy. It is the same for any other emotions."
"Lavi, you may return to your caravan or wait in the big top. Flynn, step forward." The raven-haired girl creeps up, looking down at the floor, avoiding the watchful gaze of the performers.
"You move quite beautifully and fluidly, but there are definite rough parts in the work. I expect them to be perfect by tomorrow's performance."
"There is nothing I would care to add except that you ought to consider trying out for a ballet solo. Flynn, your options are the same as Lavi's." Eos has already stepped forward by the time Helyan turns his gaze to her." Eos that was beautiful for the short time you had to work. Clean the messy parts. You know what you did."
"Try to get the boy of flame to fall into the music like Flynn. It will be much smoother then. The clowns are up next. You are dismissed."
Samir tumbles out of the stands, shakes his fist at Allen, and sprints behind the tent flaps, the other clowns following him with odd, loping steps. They return with their props and get started.
"Hohoh," Helyan chuckles. "That was one of my favorite performances in a long time! Watch the entry and you're golden!"
"Very good, clowns," Anwen smiles. "I hope there is this much enthusiasm tomorrow."
"There will be!" Samir shouts, earning a roar from the clowns.
"Good, the clowns did well." Eos hisses. "That means it will matter less if we mess up tomorrow. The clowns are what draw the largest crowds anyway."
"That's good." The redhead grins.
"Lavi, you and Flynn go work. I need to go over some choreography on my own for a short time. Flynn will be in charge."
"What? Me?" Flynn gasps, but Eos has already dashed off in a random direction. "Um…"
"Relax, Flynn. Just help me dance." Lavi shrugs. "It can't be too hard."