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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 12:46:35 GMT -5
The seats all shown empty. Everything in the theater was a dormant space in time. Where no activity went on and things stayed the same. All except for the stage. Up on it a young woman was practicing for her upcoming audition. A part in the play "Cinderella." Her hair was down and in curls. A grey overcoat around her in the cold theater. Her hands were trimmed with white glove and underneath the coat was a striking red dress.
Her words rang out into the open space. The occapello notes loud and sweet. Singing her favorite part from the play. Acting out the scene on the stage as if someone was really there.
"A lovely night, al lovely night.
A finer night you know you'll never see.
You meet your prince,
a charming prine.
As charming as a prince will ever be.
The stars in a hazy heaven...'
And it continued as she danced around. No one could have looked happier in her position and no one was. Acting made Margot soar through the skies. She loved it all, loved singing and dancing. Pretending she was someone else. It was her life and her dream.
Finally the song ended and she sat down on the floor of the stage. By the apron, the very edge. Hanging her feet over the side, swinging them slightly. She didn't think anyone would come in anytime soon she she didn't bother pushing down her dress since most of her legs were showing. She just started humming to herself.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 5, 2007 12:57:44 GMT -5
A young man of his late teenage years walked onto the stage from behind the curtain. His eyes were covered with dark black sunglasses and his body was dressed in his usual long sleeved black shirt that tucked into his black pants, only this time his shirt was only halfway buttoned up. He had loosened it up, revealing a white shirt beneath, just because he wanted to seem a little different. As he took steps onto the wooden floor, his black shoes clapped lightly against the boards. Lifting his right hand to his hair, he lightly brushed it through while his mind wandered to different things.
He needed a new act. The one he was performing was more then likely getting old to the crowds. Now he needed to perform something different. When he let his hand fall, his eyes caught site of the girl he had seen performing in some of the plays. "Oh," he said, half-way involuntarily when his eyes landed on her. Supposing that he was too deep into thought when he walked through to notice her before, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing. Normally he noticed everything when he entered a room, everything from the left to the right and from the floor to the ceiling.
"Sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here." His voice echoed slightly in the empty theater, and he began to turn back to the way he had come. If he wasn't going to practice, there wasn't much of a point to being there.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 13:10:30 GMT -5
She pushed the skirt of her dress down quickly and looked over the man on the stage now. She recognized him from somewhere. Wasn't he the man who usually performed those magic tricks? But what was his name. She remembered seeing one of his acts between discussions at a party in the ballroom. She was curious to see if he was any good so she snuck out of the party for a bit to see him. She was in the far back so she didn't really get a good look at him, but she was almost sure it was him.
Quickly she stood up from her spot and walked to him. A huge grin on her face as she did. "No...no it's okay. I'm finished in here, but aren't you the man who performs here? That magic trick or something? I saw you the other day. It looked good. You looked quite handsome up there, but now that I get a better look you're more than that. She leaned against the wall slightly the smile staying. She couldn't really see his eyes though. It made her wonder. She even recalled it being like that the day she saw him.
"I got pulled away from you last act. There something going on in the ballroom. So I only say a bit of it. Maybe I'll come and watch you tomorrow night."
She straightened herself out a bit. Smooting out her coat and pulling on her gloves a bit more. Shifting in her spot, waiting for him to speak.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 5, 2007 13:19:28 GMT -5
Damon shifted his body so he could watch her as she moved across the stage. Her movements were smooth and flowing, as if she were dancing across the floor in her beautiful dress. Although he had been watching as she walked, he knew the part where he believed she were dancing across the floor was all in his head. It seemed he was very imaginative, probably why he happened to be so successful as a magician. Imagination was the key to success in trades like theirs.
Smiling and nodding, he saw her straighten herself out. The coat she was wearing had rippled slightly and her gloves had slid off just a little. After she smoothed the coat out and pulled her gloves back on, he commented, "And if you sit near the front where I can see you," his hand gestured toward the front row near the middle, "I may create a trick just for you." It seemed only common to him that a beautiful girl with a talent so great as acting should receive a reward. Perhaps he'd have her join him on stage to perform an act with him, or maybe he'd toss himself into her lap. Later he'd think about what his act would be and plan it all out as he usually did.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 13:31:48 GMT -5
Margot laughed slightly. Not the usualy flirty laugh that most girls have to show they were enjoying themslves, but a genuine laugh as she really did like him. She wasn't being fake for him or for herself. There was no point. They were alone and there was no competition around anyway.
"Well if I wager that suggestion you'll just have to come see one of my play then. All fair and even. I'll sing something just for you. It might not be as nice or as creative, but hopefully it'll do."
Her cheeks went a little red. Which was odd because she rarely ever was embarrassed. There was a difference between insecurity and embarrassment. Margot was used to perfecting everything and right now she felt like she was going out on a whimb.
She almost wanted to ask him what he was up to the next saturday night. There was another ball and she didn't really want to be all alone again like last time. Last time she ended up walking around with Drea the whole time. She had never been to any of these parties with a man before. At least no man but her brother.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 5, 2007 13:47:14 GMT -5
Her laugh was sweet, music to his ears, and he knew that her songs would be just as if not more beautiful. The comment, though meant for a joke, he took to heart and made sure to note that he would need to reserve a seat for himself. As her rosy cheeks turned slightly red, his smile broadened. She seemed a little embarrassed by her comment, but he himself was glad she had made it.
Giving a slight chuckle of his own, Damon nodded. He bowed forward, placing a hand behind his back and the other forward in a formal kind of way. As he dipped, he said to her, "As you wish, milady." Behind his back, he felt his hand tingle. A thick black smoke quickly collected, filtering as if from his skin into his palm. It moved and shaped itself swiftly into an object that represented one that may have been alive. As it solidified, Damon let his dip stop and while he rose from his bow, he pulled the hand that was behind his back forward.
In his once empty hand now held a black rose with silvery leaves, scented of a fresh spring breeze. His hand that contained the rose held out to her, hoping she didn't mind the coloring. For some reason all of his creations were the colors of smoke, ranging from a deep black to a bright silver. Hoping silently that he'd find a way to stop this eventually, he gazed into her eyes though he knew she couldn't see his.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 13:56:15 GMT -5
She crossed her arms over her chest as he bowed to her. It was something she was used to and not from men, from anyone. Her parents were of high status in the city and people often did this, but she knew it probably wasn't his reason. He didn't even know her and hopefully he didn't know who her family was. She hated when people only liked her for her money.
Margot looked at his hand extend her smiled brightened when she saw the rose. She didn't really mind the color of it. She just found it sweet that he would even do such a thing. It must have been one of his tricks, because most people didn't carry around roses and she had seen a bit of smoke from him.
She placed her hand on it lightly. Letting her fingers touch the stem for a moment before she moved her hand around it almost all the way. She let her skin touch his lightly, her fingers caressing his flesh ever so gently as she took it.
"So what exactly is it that you do? All magicians have some kind of special thing. What's yours?"
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 5, 2007 15:35:42 GMT -5
The graceful touch of her hand caused his smile to widen a little. So soft, so smooth, and so precious, like a diamond or malachite gem. It seemed his trick had pleased her. He could see the smile on her face that had brightened when she saw the rose. Once she had taken the rose from his hand, he allowed it to fall and join with the other behind his back. He held his left wrist with his right, and listened to her questions.
"So what exactly is it that you do? All magicians have some kind of special thing. What's yours?"
An eyebrow perked above his dark sunglasses at her question. He had never been asked directly what his specialty trick was. Most simply came to be surprised, others asked friends and neighbors. Damon's head shifted to the side slightly, letting his gaze move out onto the empty seats that faced them. "Well," he began, as if he were going to explain his secret to the woman he just met not more than a few moments ago, "I suppose you'll just have to come to the show tomorrow to find out."
His wicked grin crept into his lips as his gaze returned to hers. He hadn't revealed any tricks or news in advance to anyone before, why start now? It kept the crowds on the edge of their seats after all. Always looking, always searching, trying to find out what he was going to do next.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 16:00:39 GMT -5
She smelled the rose as it twirled in her fingers. Her eyes twinkled at the sweetness of it all. Her grin grew from ear to ear. She really did like this guy and she barely knew him. What was the thing she did to get a blessing like this that day?
"Well I have an audition tonight so I think I should go. I will surely be there tomorrow."
Margot came forward and kissed his cheek lightly. The only thing she could do for the wonderful rose he had conjured up for her. She looked down, only centimeters apart her cheeks turning red. Waiting for him to tell her to get away from him or something that he was just trying to be nice.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 5, 2007 19:09:22 GMT -5
While she approached him and became rather close, his smile slowly faded. His eyes moved to the seats again, deciding to allow her to have her will. After glancing to the side as her lips touched his cheek, the smile returned. His head turned toward her and watched as she looked down, seemingly embarrassed.
Damon leaned around and returned the kiss, touching his own lips to her cheek for a brief moment. "Hope you get to be my volunteer," he whispered into her ear. After a short pause, he stepped past her and began walking to the other side of the stage. His shoes tapped lightly on the floorboards and echoed into the empty theater as it had when he walked in, but now he was simply going to walk to the other end of the room and try to think of ideas elsewhere. As much as he'd have liked to take a break to speak with the girl, he needed to work out his routine, otherwise the show wouldn't be worth sitting in.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 19:16:53 GMT -5
She looked over at him in surprise. She didn't really expect him to return the kiss, but he did. Whispering something into her ear after. It all made chills run down her skin. This was definately her favorite day so far. Margot only hoped that her audition went this well.
"I'd count on it." She told him, but decided she didn't have time to stay. She had to go across town to the city hall in the country for her audition. Most of them were held there, if it was a day where there wasn't a town meeting. It was a large place and they could fit everyone in one room. The ballroom was too small for that and there wasn't any sound with all of those bodies in it.
Instead of saying good bye she just walked off the stage and down the steps. It wasn't like it would really matter if she said a good bye or good day. She'd see him again, and besides he looked a bit out of it anyway.
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Post by lj1987 on Mar 16, 2010 21:29:29 GMT -5
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