'[kris] pick me up buttercup'
Sept 3, 2009 16:07:52 GMT -5
Post by Bianca Phillips on Sept 3, 2009 16:07:52 GMT -5
B stood in the doorway, a languid smile upon her lips as she stared into the room that had filled both her dreams and nightmares. The polished wood of the floor, the mirrored walls - the balance bars. Everything was exactly how she had left it. Bianca remembered with narrowed eyes the last day she had spent in this very room - the air had been thick with laughter and mindless banter, and she had stood in the midst of the students a princess amongst queens. Everyone had been skilled - there was no doubt in that. But in that place, at that time, B had felt in complete control. Exactly how she would wish to spend her entire life. B belonged here - dancing in this room. She knew it, though fate did not. Defying the fear that had suffocated her for weeks, B strode regally to the center of the room, watching herself in the mirrored walls. No - she didn't look the part anymore: but her eyes and her aura screamed 'dance!'. It had been hard for her, the news that she would no longer dance the way she had. That the shattered bones would never hold up under rigorous excersize.
But what was logic to hold her down? She may not be able to dance the way she had - but like any talent, hers was like riding a bike. You never forgot. It had been more than 16 months since Bianca had danced even the simplest waltz, and the fiery B Phillips had finally come to her senses: she would not spend her life terrified of facing her loss. What did it matter if she could no longer dance like a star? She could still dance. She could still feel the exhilaration of flying past a room without caring for its contents. With a devilish smile at her reflection, Bianca stepped into the very thing she had cried about every day since the news. She began with a simple waltz, building into a foxtrot as the music inside her head sped up - soon she was far from regulated steps, dancing like she had never stopped. Dancing than most people dared dream. But it wasn't enough. She pushed herself one step too far and her leg gave out harshly beneath her, sending her smashing to the floor.
B just laughed, carried away by adrenaline. She ignored pain, ignored the fact that she couldn't reach the skill she had once possessed - the skill that had earnt her her scholarship. Instead she laughed at the pure joy of dance. It was then that she caught sight of the figure in the doorway and offered a dangerous grin. Kris. Typical. Caught falling by the dance rival of her youth. But that rivalry was behind them, and she beckoned the other girl in.
"Give me a hand up, dearest?"
But what was logic to hold her down? She may not be able to dance the way she had - but like any talent, hers was like riding a bike. You never forgot. It had been more than 16 months since Bianca had danced even the simplest waltz, and the fiery B Phillips had finally come to her senses: she would not spend her life terrified of facing her loss. What did it matter if she could no longer dance like a star? She could still dance. She could still feel the exhilaration of flying past a room without caring for its contents. With a devilish smile at her reflection, Bianca stepped into the very thing she had cried about every day since the news. She began with a simple waltz, building into a foxtrot as the music inside her head sped up - soon she was far from regulated steps, dancing like she had never stopped. Dancing than most people dared dream. But it wasn't enough. She pushed herself one step too far and her leg gave out harshly beneath her, sending her smashing to the floor.
B just laughed, carried away by adrenaline. She ignored pain, ignored the fact that she couldn't reach the skill she had once possessed - the skill that had earnt her her scholarship. Instead she laughed at the pure joy of dance. It was then that she caught sight of the figure in the doorway and offered a dangerous grin. Kris. Typical. Caught falling by the dance rival of her youth. But that rivalry was behind them, and she beckoned the other girl in.
"Give me a hand up, dearest?"