by Eraelabryn on Wed Aug 31, 2011 12:52 am
Entry 2
Dancer lays upon the floor, a shadowed mist of smoke brushing across her form. Her toned body is barely covered in her costume, a costume of black with silver lining. The bra piece cups her large breasts, pushing them skyward. Her legs are wrapped in long pieces of black silk and silver. The music slowly begins to play, a soft beat that caresses the ears, causing onlookers to sway. On the stage, the lone female begins to sway, arms reaching skyward as if trying to dig herself out of a hole. Her body lifts, a slow and steady pull of muscles, of sinuous movement. As she comes to a sitting position, it can be seen that the girls’ skin is covered in what looks like bruises, scrapes, and with a line that looks like a slit across her throat. Her eyes are dark, as if lost in another life…or perhaps in death.
Dancer slowly begins to stand, her hands skimming over her body as if in disbelief. Tears seem to slip from her eyes as she rushes forward, reaching to the crowd, a pleading look within the darkness of her eyes. Seeing that no one will save her, she turns, her body spinning in pirouettes across the floor, the skirts of her costume caressing her thighs. At center stage, she leaps into the air, the perfect arc of her body moving as she flips her legs above her head, swinging them around until they land back upon the floor, almost soundlessly. As she lands, she slowly crumples to the floor, moving bit by bit as she crawls forward, looking towards the heavens.
Dancers hands reach forward, first the right, then the left, then the right again as she crawls forward, still looking to the heavens, pleading for that release. The music tempo is increasing, her movement across the floor becoming faster. As she reaches the edge of the stage again, she leaps to her feet, the sound of a cry passing her lips. Her body arcs and sways, moving around the stage in continuous movement. Her eyes never leave the heavens as she moves, as if she is pleading to the gods for life, because she is not ready yet for death. Her fingers move along her form, tracing over the bruises, the marks, her costume. One last time she pleads, before falling back to the middle of the floor, the white smoke engulfing her as she lies there, as if nothing is happening.
Dancer lays upon that floor as if not moving, the music playing softly in the background, the tempo slowing just a bit. She slowly begins to rise again, but what is this? The lone dancer now wears a costume of pure white and crystals. The crystals dance across her breasts as she raises, the lights flickering across her now perfectly unmarred skin. Long ebony curls float down her back as she begins to sway to the slow beat, the movement consuming her very soul. She raises, in the center of that stage, her eyes now full of brightness and joy. She rushes to the front of the stage, holding her arms out to the crowd as if to say, look at me…I cheated death. She slowly rolls her body backwards into a perfect ‘U’ shape, flipping her feet over her body several times across the floor.
Dancer moves her body as the beat of the music begins to increase. Carrying her from one side of the stage to the other. The music builds, body swaying bit by bit, arms moving in time with her body, beckoning everyone to join her, to feel the embrace of the music. Suddenly, she leaps into the air, flying through the sky, landing on one foot, and spinning her body with rapid movement. This is the movement of freedom, and of grace. The movement of being able to feel herself again. Leaps, bounds, sways, everything topped with a look of pure bliss upon her face. She begins to pirouette again, faster, faster, faster, jumping into the air again, to land and begin spinning again. It was as if she was in another time or place, one where only she existed.
Dancer reaches the center of the floor again as the music begins to slow down again. The pirouettes slow, becoming smaller, sinuous spins of her body. She finally stops spinning, right there in the middle of the stage. She begins to sway side to side to the now slow beat of the music, her arms being brought in against her body bit by bit. She wraps her arms around herself and begins to sway side to side at an even slower pace, tears in her eyes again. As the music begins to fade, her eyes lower from the heavens, looking out at the crowd as if truly seeing them for the first time. A look of shock is on her face as the lights slowly begin to fade, leaving her standing there in the middle of the stage in a total cloak of darkness.
(Done while listening to the song: Lifehouse - Everything)