P.l.a.y.i.n.g

[Remy]

Remy swiftly walked to the entrance hall with her ballet shoes on. There was no one in sight, the preformers were mostly all practicing on stage for a huge preformance coming up soon, the workers might be watching. Remy should be doing something so she thought she would find a nice place to play.

Checking around the perimaters, Remy just had to make sure there was no one looking. She was wearing an old dress, one she had usually practiced in.

Remy put her hand on the railing and slowly began to put one foot in front of the other. She imagined what it would be like after a huge show, she would be the lead dancer and all the people would want her autograph or give her flowers. Remy would see her parents, they would try to speak to her but she would only back away, now since she was well known they want to speak with her. She would just walk away.

Reality set in and Remy found herself making a fool of herself in front of no one. That would be a while from now, mabe even a few years? She then walked down the stairs faster till she met the bottom.

Remy looked to the ceiling of the anormous room. It seemed like it was impossible that they built it. She started to spin, her hands spun with her as the figures moved around quickly. Remy just felt like acting different for once in her life.

The ballet shoes came off her feet and she layed them behind the stairs. Pracitce time for every one would be over soon and she didn't want to make a fool of herself.

[\\: Seraphina Trotter]

The silent echo of footsteps on the marble flooring echoed lightly against the decorated walls of the Opera House. A tall figure swept leisurely into the scene, eyes darting lazily around as in search for a certain something. The shoulders of the girls rolled back as a servant passed her, only to slotch back down a moment later. But nay, Seraphina stopped at the sound of very light footsteps near the stairs. Stopping and head turning in the direction of the marvelous case, the artist watched as the secretive ballerina danced along.

"Impressive," the young adult spoke up with a nod, a small smile crawling up her face. "Well, at least I'm impressed." She added, stretching her arms out. She wasn't the kind of person that always stuck to the : "Always stand up straight and use big words when talking to another" guideline. "I'm Seraphina."

[Remy]

Remy stopped as she heard a voice. SHe couldn't make out the words untill she had thought for a moment. There was silence between the two women. Remy shifted and moved around the floor a few steps to the side. "Thank you," she said uneasliy and unfamiliar. "It wasn't anything really," as she added Remy smiled back. Softly she said,"Remy." She walked to the hand rail smiling.

[\\: Seraphina Trotter]

Seraphina nodded at her reply, glancing around a few seconds before taking to lengthy steps toward the practicing ballerina. "Happy we met," the young artist replied, waiting a few moments in the eerie silence of the Opera Entrance Hall, the occasional echoes of high notes from the rehearsel room drifting down the halls.

"And what are you doing out here on your lonesom, Madam?" She asked, slightly raising a brow to Remy. "It's unsafe for someone to wander around without a partner..." A small smirk once again crawled on her lips. "The Phantom might get you."

[Remy]

Remy took deep breaths as she steadied herself. She watched as Seraphina took steps toward herself, slowly."It's a pleasure," she said as she moved her hands behind her back. Remys fingers tied together, locking there selves in place.

"I am only here to speak with myself, figure some things out of course," Her voice spoke in steady vocals, none were off beat. "The Phantom? Do not speak of him, i do not wish to hear. If he shall come near i would only act casual, as if he was normal like you and myself." Remy dropped her eyebrows as she spoke. "No Phantom scares me," She said with bravery. "Besides, what could he do to me that i couldn't do to him?"

[\\: Seraphina Trotter]

Seraphina smiled at the brace girl's reply about her comment on the Phantom. Leaning ever so slightly on the banister that lay prefectly straight next to the artist, the young adult nodded. "True, but remember, you can never be to sure about him." She shook her head, hazel locks wisping this way and that with the gentle motions.

Eyes returning back to the ballerina, Seraphina waited for a moment before she spoke up. "So, what Opera is going on now?" The artist asked, changing the gloomy subject on the Phantom. "Can't remember, even if I do work here." A small playful smirk lit up on Seraphina's face as she looked back to Remy, waiting for a reply.

[Remy]

Remy turned her head when Seraphina lay straight to her.
"Why hate somthing you don't know?" She said tring to defend this creature, human.
She realized she was wanting to get closer, and actually meet the phantom. See how he really was and soon know she herself was right. He may be hiding his pain under hatred, she thought to herself.
As the subject changed her mind didn't go along with it.
"The opera soming up?" she asked starting to think. She walked around the area not venturing off to far. "Ah Ha, Les Sables De Royaume de Cléopâtre is the name." Her voice echoed throught the hall.

[\\: Seraphina Trotter]

The name of the Opera suddenly rang an irratating bell in her head. Of course! Looking to her, the artist nodded, rolling back her shoulders and nodding. "Right, that's the one." The young adult said, nodding again in satisfaction with the answer. "Are you going to dance in it?" It was a stupid question, but she wanted to keep up the conversation.

[Remy]

Remy nodded her head, "Yes, Ma'am I will be."
She put her hands together and locked them behind her back. She was slightly proud to say yes. That she would actually be in the preformance.
Remy caught something out of the corner of her eye. she turned her head but only saw one of the servants.

((Sorry it's alittle short... not that much muse))

[\\: Seraphina Trotter]

|My muse has run out today... *headesk*|

Seraphina nodded with a smile. She could feel that the ballerina, in fact, was proud to be in Les Sables De Royaume de Cléopâtre. The artist secretly wondered to herself what the banner that would hang outside the Opera look like, but then her topaz and hazel gaze shifted back to Remy.

"Great!" She said, nodding. "And you don't need to call me that - "Ma'am"." She didn't like when people called her that, and felt it unessecary to do it.

[Madame Giry]

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