The next few days passed in a whirlwind of activity. No one, least of all Noelle, had a chance to catch their breath. With a new creation came new hassles: costumes, fittings, scenery. The list continued, and while Karl was resigned to using items from previous performances, it didn't make it any easier.And his temper remained taut and ready to snap. "For God's sake! I thought you were supposed to be the image of graceful spirits!" Karl's voice echoed across the stage. "You look like ungainly trolls! You are supposed to float, to fly!" He flapped his hands as if attempting to take off himself as he stormed to adjust the arm of one of the nervous women. "I'm in no mood for games!" Noelle flexed his foot backstage, glancing uneasily at Alexandre. The older dancer took it all in his stride, well accustomed to Karl's meltdowns.He noticed him looking his way and shrugged. "He's like this until opening night. Then, after the first good review, he calms down. I suppose you've never b
Darkness, sweet and soothingI do not dread your call.Into sleep or into deathInto your arms, I'll fall.Within your hold, I feel no painAll the world will slumber deepBut I'll beware the lies that never ceaseAnd pray for dreams you can keep.Noelle awoke sometime later, finding himself lying on the chaise in one of the offices. The sun seeped through the high window, burning his eyes and highlighting the dust floating aimlessly in the air.He rubbed his temples, trying to ease the ache that split his head in two,"So, you've come around at last!"Noelle peered through his fingers to see the slender outline of the ballet mistress. She was a stern woman with sharp eyes that missed nothing and set in a face that looked like skin on a skull, her cheekbones stretching the lined skin to the maximum.The dancers held her in high regard, her career one of the finest in the theatre. But it was a respect marred with trepidation and awe. One with such a history was someone who didn't appr
Under Julian's watchful eyes, Noelle felt himself grow. His body felt lighter; his heart felt more open. Emotions he'd never experienced tore through his soul and radiated in his movements.Even Karl took notice, and his attention slowly moved from simple corrections to entirely focusing on nurturing the budding seed he saw.A mighty oak that could stand the test of time was beginning to break free.Alexandre leaned against the barre, sweat glistening on his temple, and watched impassively as Noelle repeated a section of his solo.A shiver of envy overtook the chill of the cooling moisture as he observed a rival he hadn't recognised.'Think of it as a good thing,' he thought, reaching for a towel to mop his brow. 'Challenges spur you and make you stronger. He might somehow equal me, but I will not allow him to surpass me.' He held back a chuckle. 'These are useful feelings for this ballet too. But I can't let them sully my own talent and hold me back.'Being pleased for him was a hard
"Will you be watching the performance?" Julian paused, the bow resting elegantly on the fragile strings, looking towards Noelle with his enigmatic smile. "Of course. I have many places where I sit and contemplate or watch the performances. The last great one, however, was the touring company from London. Their Aida was magnificent." Noelle stretched. His muscles became tense even with a short pause. There was a distinct chill in the air, and it bit into the flesh sharply. Even concentrating on the warm notes that evoked the heady air of Egypt didn't help. "I remember. I was an understudy for one of the dancers they used. I did perform in the matinee. Granted, it was not much, but it was an experience to see. They are returning in the Autumn with Rigoletto, but I don't think male dancers are required for that." "Possibly not. I seem to recall that one focuses more on male debauchery, so women would be the focal point," Julian's eyes lifted slowly. "Although, that is not always t
The fire burned violently and horrified onlookers watched as debris fell from the roof and narrowly missed the firefighters, desperately trying to quell the blaze. The screams of those still trapped behind the wall of the inferno would be etched into their minds forever. Hidden in the shadows of the alley a pair of violet eyes watched the scene with indifference. To him, it was almost poetic justice when he thought over his time there. He recalled it with bitterness. Despite the solace he found in the music that surrounded his mother's career and the enchantment of watching the stories unfold without words, the lack of magic in his real world still stung. He'd never called his mother 'mother.' She was always Aunt or Carlotta. He was supposed to be her ward after all. Disguising her indiscretion of spreading her legs before marriage.She still hadn't learned. Flirting and trying to seduce the ballet master who was twice her age, to push for bigger and better roles. She was a bea
The stage had a draw.It sang to both audience and the performer more beautifully than the fabled merfolk and its draw would not be resisted.Rich, tarnished boards and deep velvet curtains. Unlike the stalls and balcony with their crystal and chandeliers, it was plain as a newborn babe and yet vast in history, just like the building it resided in.The greats had stepped there. Their footprints were ingrained into those boards and surely they had left part of their aura and soul. A gift and guide to any fortunate enough to follow them.The grandeur of the opera house was still intimidating when one approached. Built on the behest of a ruler of old for his mistress, no expense had been spared in its construction. It was highly eclectic and borrowed inspiration from the finest around the world. Both facade and interior left no space without plushness or decoration, using a combination of deep hues and gold trim.Brass for cheaper seats. Even the lowest class, at least the lowest who h
The jaunty piano tune filled the room and the corridors beyond. The only sound louder was that of Karl's voice, bellowing the normal exercise routine."Keep your back straight and watch the turn-out!" He banged his cane on the floor, glaring in one unfortunate's girl's direction. "Five plies in each position. Keep it graceful. You're dancers and not ducks! I won't have you clumping about like some of the opera singers!"Noelle sighed as he sank down into the first of many plies. He could count the number of times Karl gave compliments on one hand. Far less often than the snap of the cane against the back of the legs. That happened so often that most of them were immune to the sting.Karl strode about the room like a sergeant-major. His eyes were everywhere. He paused by Noelle and roughly adjusted his hip."Turn-out, boy. From the hips, not the feet!"Noelle bit his lip. His turn-out was from his hip. His foot had simply slipped. But Karl was an expert at making one feel awful and bri
Noelle's body felt as light as air as the music surrounded him. His very soul was alight and his heart danced along with him.Sweat pooled on his brow, and glistened like tiny diamonds and leaving tiny, shimmering rivers as they ran down his cheek. He barely noticed, too full of beautiful images as he weaved his own story.He knew the other was watching but that seemed to spur him further, desperate to prove himself, determined to impress.Julian had left the stage for the stalls as he played, giving the man room and watching his movement with seemingly little expression. He was no instructor but he knew how dance should look, what made it watchable and what made a dancer stand out and become great. One didn't need a degree or any qualification for that. When he played he visualized the notes and music floating about him in a colourful mist, bright and bold or dark and sultry, one had to breathe it, allow it into the soul and it would work through you. It was a skill he wanted to imp