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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 27, 2006 20:51:53 GMT -5
"Un, deux, troi. Quater, cinq, six. Sept, huit, neuf, merdre!" Jeanne tripped on her shawl laying off in the corner. She picked it up and put it on an empty chair. It was hard practicing without any music, but she was managing, as usual. This opera would be hard work, as usual. And Madame Giry would want blood, sweat, and tears, as usual!
Jeanne went back into the middle of the room and set her position. She had to stay limber and strong or she would trip and ruin this opera as she did the last. It was she that tripped on Carlotta's dress, and she felt she was responsible for everything else that had happened that night. Now it could all happen again, and all Jeanne could do was practice.
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Post by alyna on Mar 28, 2006 18:13:25 GMT -5
Hearing the familiar thump of a dancer's feet, Alyna knocked on the doorpost (the door being open) before entering. "Hi, Jeanne," she greeted quietly, not wanting to disturb the dance. "Do you mind if I join you? I haven't had the chance to practice with any other ballerinas yet."
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 28, 2006 21:36:56 GMT -5
Jeanne heard the knock and abruptly stopped. When she saw it was Alyna, her face formed a smile.
"Oh, please! Do join me. It was getting a little lonely all by mysef here," she said. "I was just going over the first part."
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Post by alyna on Mar 28, 2006 22:24:36 GMT -5
"Right," Alyna replied, the steps for the first dance coming into her mind. She immediately got into position. "Tell me when you're ready."
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 29, 2006 11:10:27 GMT -5
"I'm always ready!" Jeanne said enthusiastically, though one could hear how tired she really was.
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Post by alyna on Mar 29, 2006 17:09:39 GMT -5
Smiling at Jeanne's comment, Alyna started the dance, moving forward toward what she chose to be centerstage. She was glad there was no mirror, since she hated watching herself dancing, and was having trouble because she had hurt her foot the day before.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 29, 2006 20:33:07 GMT -5
Jeanne started to dance, but it was no use, she was tripping up, distracted. "So how is the opera going for you?" she asked as she went through the motions of the dance.
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Post by alyna on Mar 29, 2006 20:36:22 GMT -5
"I never had Madame Giry focus all of her anger on me alone before," Alyna answered as she picked her leg up, bent it, and let it down again. "It was a bit- scratch that, very- scary. I told her I wasn't an actress and she got upset."
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 29, 2006 20:46:02 GMT -5
"Oh, are you alright? I think I would die on the spot if she got angry at me when I am alone," said Jeanne shivering slightly at the thought.
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Post by alyna on Mar 29, 2006 20:47:33 GMT -5
"Well, everything but my foot," Alyna said, grimacing as she landed on it. "But I guess that's not her fault. Oh, and I wasn't totally alone- Roslin was there, but you know her. She usually says some encouragement and leaves it at that."
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 29, 2006 21:01:00 GMT -5
"Roslin was there? Why? Is it just me, or have you noticed that Roslin is involved more in this opera than one would think she'd be?" Jeanne shrugged the thought off.
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Post by alyna on Mar 29, 2006 21:11:59 GMT -5
"I didn't notice that," Alyna lied, trying to sound convincing. "The only thing I've seen Rose do is play piano while I practice with Mdm. Giry."
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 29, 2006 21:53:05 GMT -5
"Oh, ok. Silly me. I should just focus on not tripping up during the opera. I am so clumsy! How are you able to dance in front of all those people?!"
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Post by alyna on Mar 30, 2006 17:02:38 GMT -5
"It's not much of a secret." Alyna did a quick double spin. "If all they do is watch, I don't mind. They leave me alone, I leave them alone."
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 30, 2006 20:14:37 GMT -5
Jeanne nodded her head. "I suppose, but I do get stage fright, but I love the feelings of butterflies in my stomach right before a show, it's just during it, if I look up and notice all those faces looking . . . oh well."
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