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Post by alyna on Apr 21, 2006 17:37:29 GMT -5
Alyna shut the door of the leading ballerina's dressing room quietly and rested her lamp on the edge of the piano. She pulled her costume off, put on the simple dress lying on the couch, and started her stretches. She moved very slowly, and mostly just moved to relax herself, rather then tune down after the long dance on stage like she was supposed to. The room was only hers for the rest of the night, then it would be given to whoever the lead ballerina in the next opera was to be. As she started on tondue, she recalled what had happened backstage. She hardly cared what happened with the Phantom; let him have his fun, so long as he leaves her and her friends alone. Chante's words were still fresh in her mind. Alyna couldn't deny that everything she had said about her was true. Though she considered herself a loner, she didn't have to act as though she was set apart from everyone else. It seemed she had been making the wrong choices all along, and had so many chances to stop and fix it all, but she'd missed them.
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Post by alyna on Jun 18, 2006 14:45:19 GMT -5
Can somebody lock this?
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 18, 2006 14:46:42 GMT -5
locked
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