- Messages
- 958
- OOC First Name
- Alexis
- Wand
- fir wand 14 1/8" essence of sphinx remains
- Age
- 9/2010
A room of mirrors was a strange thing. The reflections and refractions made a dancer look as if they were everywhere at once, when in-studio. It was strange yet absolutely beautiful for there was a true feeling that you flew and this was an important factor for every ballerina when they danced in perfect unison with the other figures, unsure which one was the actual dancer and which was nothing but a graceful reflection.
The audition for the company had been tiresome, as it should be, but even with the hours upon hours of practicing, the sweat that dripped down her back and the pressure put onto her toes it had been worth it. Any pain in the world was overcome because you were letting everything out. The pain was cathartic to Kalani, even as she sat on the varnished floor fighting the pain in her lungs and the ache in her muscles, it was all worth it. She pointed her toes to perfection, not wincing as they touched the wood in her shoes, and leant forward at the waist, gracefully putting her hands towards her feet.
Practice for her solo as Odette had finished only moments ago and now Kalani waited. She waited for her Siegfried, whoever he may be, to arrive so they may work together on their Pas de Deux. Patience was not something that the blonde witch had very often anymore as she rarely got to see her twin and her friends anymore due to the eight hour time difference from New York to Russia that she traveled at an odd hour of day and the travelling they had to do for their own careers. Of course, it had been somewhat expected that their schedules would not work very well but it was taking a toll on Kalani. It often made her think of moving out all together, so she could adjust her body only once and be done with it. There was only so much pressure a person's body and mind could take before they snapped and the path in which Kalani followed was not one that allowed her to snap. Everything would be over, should that happen.
But now, as Kalani stood and looked at herself in one of many mirrors she knew that for now it had to be pushed out of her mind. Not only this, she adored New York City. Since moving there she had seen several ballets, met many performers, gone to many musicals, and even enjoyed the simpler things like just walking on the sidewalks that would be abnormally large for any other city, going to get coffee with her friends and just looking over the skyline. It was all very romantic. This was not to say that St. Petersburg did not have this but for Kalani it all ended when she left practice and the stage. Even the White Nights seemed to be like a movie date compared to New York City which seemed more like a walk on a beach as the sunset. Not that Kalani found either of these things to be terribly romantic. The blonde resented all of it, and bitterly.
When Kalani tried to even explain this to anyone they doted on the fact that she was ballerina. Their assumptions about prima's were that they would be even more of a romantic than anyone. In a way, this was true but most of the time it was the character they played. They were merely the body in which the soul needed to project everything so those who lifted her in the air, encircling her waist with their strong hands, were merely bodies to her. Their attractiveness was not important, the perfectly sculpted bodies and the strong presence before her was nothing as she chose it to be nothing. So the anticipation to meet this man was not in hopes of her next relationship or even hook up, it was only so they could get to work.
Kalani Mauven walked towards the corner of the room where only her bag remained with her tutu atop. She slipped the flat, stiff, pancake tutu on and took a drink of water and waited more for her partner with an irritated tapping of her foot, ignoring the raw feeling that the en pointe shoes gave.
The audition for the company had been tiresome, as it should be, but even with the hours upon hours of practicing, the sweat that dripped down her back and the pressure put onto her toes it had been worth it. Any pain in the world was overcome because you were letting everything out. The pain was cathartic to Kalani, even as she sat on the varnished floor fighting the pain in her lungs and the ache in her muscles, it was all worth it. She pointed her toes to perfection, not wincing as they touched the wood in her shoes, and leant forward at the waist, gracefully putting her hands towards her feet.
Practice for her solo as Odette had finished only moments ago and now Kalani waited. She waited for her Siegfried, whoever he may be, to arrive so they may work together on their Pas de Deux. Patience was not something that the blonde witch had very often anymore as she rarely got to see her twin and her friends anymore due to the eight hour time difference from New York to Russia that she traveled at an odd hour of day and the travelling they had to do for their own careers. Of course, it had been somewhat expected that their schedules would not work very well but it was taking a toll on Kalani. It often made her think of moving out all together, so she could adjust her body only once and be done with it. There was only so much pressure a person's body and mind could take before they snapped and the path in which Kalani followed was not one that allowed her to snap. Everything would be over, should that happen.
But now, as Kalani stood and looked at herself in one of many mirrors she knew that for now it had to be pushed out of her mind. Not only this, she adored New York City. Since moving there she had seen several ballets, met many performers, gone to many musicals, and even enjoyed the simpler things like just walking on the sidewalks that would be abnormally large for any other city, going to get coffee with her friends and just looking over the skyline. It was all very romantic. This was not to say that St. Petersburg did not have this but for Kalani it all ended when she left practice and the stage. Even the White Nights seemed to be like a movie date compared to New York City which seemed more like a walk on a beach as the sunset. Not that Kalani found either of these things to be terribly romantic. The blonde resented all of it, and bitterly.
When Kalani tried to even explain this to anyone they doted on the fact that she was ballerina. Their assumptions about prima's were that they would be even more of a romantic than anyone. In a way, this was true but most of the time it was the character they played. They were merely the body in which the soul needed to project everything so those who lifted her in the air, encircling her waist with their strong hands, were merely bodies to her. Their attractiveness was not important, the perfectly sculpted bodies and the strong presence before her was nothing as she chose it to be nothing. So the anticipation to meet this man was not in hopes of her next relationship or even hook up, it was only so they could get to work.
Kalani Mauven walked towards the corner of the room where only her bag remained with her tutu atop. She slipped the flat, stiff, pancake tutu on and took a drink of water and waited more for her partner with an irritated tapping of her foot, ignoring the raw feeling that the en pointe shoes gave.