En Pointe: Prologue
Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2003 12:25 pm
Disclaimer: I don?t own the characters of Gundam Wing, Nor the concept of an arts school. I don?t own the brands, terms, or techniques mentioned in the stories?the French do, but I?m using them anyway?so :-p
Enjoy!
En Pointe: Prologue
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A young blond of 16 walked slowly into the auditorium, allowing her eyes to glance over the sight of about 20 girls like herself. Her flip-flops beat against her heels as she walked to a lonely corner of the auditorium, dropping her bag and kicking off her shoes. Her head shot up as she remembered that she had to sign in and she padding softly over the cold hardwood floor towards the sign up table.
?Are you here for the auditions?? A thin sickly woman asked her.
?Yes??? The young girl replied coolly with a hint of uncertainty. The woman handed her a board with a form attached to it and told her to return it to table when she was finished and she?d be called in 30 minutes.
The girl took the form and filled it out quickly, handing it back to the woman.
?You?re number 32.? She told her and the young girl moved back to her spot in the corner, opening her small orange shoulder bag and spilling the contents onto a little spot next to her. She quickly pulled out the toecaps from a carton in the small pile and rolled them up, placing them over the tips of her two big toes then rolling them back out, creating a tight fabric encased toe. She wiggled her toes around before placing a large gel cap, the shape of the toe of a shoe, over each set of toes, the gel sticking slightly to her feet before she pulled down her convertible tights, placing the toe of the tights over the caps and flexing her feet. It was then her eyes caught the delicate but well-worn point shoes in the small pile. Her eyes shining slightly. This was her dream, and this was her chance to train under the best teachers to help her reach that dream. She picked up the right shoe and pointed her foot, placing the hard wooden toe of the shoe over the bottom of her foot, before sliding the elastic strap a little more upward onto the bridge of her foot and slipping the heel on. After flexing her foot a couple more times, she wrapped the long pink ribbon around her ankle numerous times and tying it into a tight knot on the inward side of her ankle then tucking the loose ribbon underneath the others. Her small delicate foot now encased in the stiff, but over-worn point shoe. She repeated the same actions with the other foot before flexing her feet some more and spreading her legs into an almost perfect horizontal split. The muscles in her thighs twitched as she stretched them and the arch in her foot strained against its own reflexes. She leaned forward, keeping a flat back till she was almost to the ground before hunching her back into a contraction, her hands gripping the inside of her pointed arch and the tip of her forehead brushing against the cool wood of the Gym floors.
She continued stretching, her legs bending at various angles as he body began to buzz with the familiar warmth and comfort she got from stretching. It was after a long and relaxed stretch that she felt like she could even Russian her way to Russia. 20 minutes had passed before she decided to relax a little and read. With that thought in mind, she grabbed a copy of Mars and walked to the wall. She then proceeded to lay down on her side, her firm backside and long legs pressed along the wall and floor, before she lifted her left leg, sliding it against the wall, causing her body to shift. The leg slid in an arch like a rainbow against the wall, till it was straining, but comfortably lying flat against the wall and floor, symmetrical to her other leg. She relaxed her feet and opened up her book, allowing her mind to wonder away from the slight pain the tinged on the inside of her legs. She needed the stretching, and she needed the spot in this school. After all, No Pain?No Gain.
?Number 32?? A loud voice pulled the girl out of her book and she slowly slid her leg back over the arch to the other one, slowly sliding away from the wall and walking towards the woman, bag, and CD?s in hand, ready for the audition of a lifetime, A chance to be a part of the dance department at the L1 Academy for the Performing and Visual Arts.
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1 Month Later
A letter arrived in the mail addressed from the Dance Department at the L1 Academy. The girl shivered in anticipation as she opened the letter. It was short and sweet:
Relena Darlian, Welcome to the L1 Academy for the Performing and Visual Arts.
Entry Major: Dance Technique and Performance.
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Author?s Notes: I am having a good feeling about this fic. It has been a while since I have worked on something, and being at an arts school similar to Relena, I had this great idea for a story. I am also working out kinks in the writing, such as flow, as I work on getting my thoughts in order. If you have any suggestions, Please let me know. I am very open to anything that can make the story better. ?Faye Faye ^_^
Enjoy!
En Pointe: Prologue
*************************************************************
A young blond of 16 walked slowly into the auditorium, allowing her eyes to glance over the sight of about 20 girls like herself. Her flip-flops beat against her heels as she walked to a lonely corner of the auditorium, dropping her bag and kicking off her shoes. Her head shot up as she remembered that she had to sign in and she padding softly over the cold hardwood floor towards the sign up table.
?Are you here for the auditions?? A thin sickly woman asked her.
?Yes??? The young girl replied coolly with a hint of uncertainty. The woman handed her a board with a form attached to it and told her to return it to table when she was finished and she?d be called in 30 minutes.
The girl took the form and filled it out quickly, handing it back to the woman.
?You?re number 32.? She told her and the young girl moved back to her spot in the corner, opening her small orange shoulder bag and spilling the contents onto a little spot next to her. She quickly pulled out the toecaps from a carton in the small pile and rolled them up, placing them over the tips of her two big toes then rolling them back out, creating a tight fabric encased toe. She wiggled her toes around before placing a large gel cap, the shape of the toe of a shoe, over each set of toes, the gel sticking slightly to her feet before she pulled down her convertible tights, placing the toe of the tights over the caps and flexing her feet. It was then her eyes caught the delicate but well-worn point shoes in the small pile. Her eyes shining slightly. This was her dream, and this was her chance to train under the best teachers to help her reach that dream. She picked up the right shoe and pointed her foot, placing the hard wooden toe of the shoe over the bottom of her foot, before sliding the elastic strap a little more upward onto the bridge of her foot and slipping the heel on. After flexing her foot a couple more times, she wrapped the long pink ribbon around her ankle numerous times and tying it into a tight knot on the inward side of her ankle then tucking the loose ribbon underneath the others. Her small delicate foot now encased in the stiff, but over-worn point shoe. She repeated the same actions with the other foot before flexing her feet some more and spreading her legs into an almost perfect horizontal split. The muscles in her thighs twitched as she stretched them and the arch in her foot strained against its own reflexes. She leaned forward, keeping a flat back till she was almost to the ground before hunching her back into a contraction, her hands gripping the inside of her pointed arch and the tip of her forehead brushing against the cool wood of the Gym floors.
She continued stretching, her legs bending at various angles as he body began to buzz with the familiar warmth and comfort she got from stretching. It was after a long and relaxed stretch that she felt like she could even Russian her way to Russia. 20 minutes had passed before she decided to relax a little and read. With that thought in mind, she grabbed a copy of Mars and walked to the wall. She then proceeded to lay down on her side, her firm backside and long legs pressed along the wall and floor, before she lifted her left leg, sliding it against the wall, causing her body to shift. The leg slid in an arch like a rainbow against the wall, till it was straining, but comfortably lying flat against the wall and floor, symmetrical to her other leg. She relaxed her feet and opened up her book, allowing her mind to wonder away from the slight pain the tinged on the inside of her legs. She needed the stretching, and she needed the spot in this school. After all, No Pain?No Gain.
?Number 32?? A loud voice pulled the girl out of her book and she slowly slid her leg back over the arch to the other one, slowly sliding away from the wall and walking towards the woman, bag, and CD?s in hand, ready for the audition of a lifetime, A chance to be a part of the dance department at the L1 Academy for the Performing and Visual Arts.
*************************************************************
1 Month Later
A letter arrived in the mail addressed from the Dance Department at the L1 Academy. The girl shivered in anticipation as she opened the letter. It was short and sweet:
Relena Darlian, Welcome to the L1 Academy for the Performing and Visual Arts.
Entry Major: Dance Technique and Performance.
***
Author?s Notes: I am having a good feeling about this fic. It has been a while since I have worked on something, and being at an arts school similar to Relena, I had this great idea for a story. I am also working out kinks in the writing, such as flow, as I work on getting my thoughts in order. If you have any suggestions, Please let me know. I am very open to anything that can make the story better. ?Faye Faye ^_^
What a sick combination.
this from some who cant write 
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