Naomi Verd
Troubled Dancer
[member="Darth Metus"]
Adarlon
Naomi paced her breaths, with every second her heart would slowly stop practically beating out of her chest. All of the background dancers and side characters in the performance raced on the stage, every section would take part in the curtain call. With every bow the claps would get louder, and louder. An announcer cheerfully called their names and when it came down to Naomi and her dancing partner the crowd practically roared. Though the stand ovation was already set in motion before the curtain call even began.
"Last but most certainly not least, Lady Pavlova and her lucky dance partner, Clarke Johnson!" They raced out on the wooden stage, both hands clenched as Naomi stood up on point and they raised their hands and bowed. Her bright smile widened as he indulged in the cheerful screams and cheers of the crowds she loved. It was has everything slowed down, every performance meant so much to her. This was her life and she took it with grace and power. No one could deny how talented the young woman was. Naomi even earned a solo in one of the most celebrated and anticipated performances of this time. It was an honor for her and a fear.
There would be so much pressure on her before she to put forth what the university taught her. She could even go as far as saying she dread her solo. An empty stage but nothing but eyes on her and her art. The whole cast bowed once more before the large curtain fell down. Taking in a deep breath she hugged her dance partner and the rest of the extras. It was a team effort it couldn't have been done without all of them working together. They congratulated her and she offered as many thanks as possible. Naomi watched as they slowly all started to fall apart and go their separate ways. It was no doubtfully a full house, everyone's family and loved ones were giving flowers and exotic smelling plants in the plastic half bags and bows.
Naomi began to bounce away from what was left of the crowd, her smile still strong as she exchanged a few parting glances. She walked down and small hallway. Several dressing rooms were sprawled around the wall. Naomi was met with a door that had in gold sparkly letters, 'Lady Pavlova' pushing the door in slowly she flicked on the all of the lights. Taking in a deep breath she moved to her makeup dresser. Slowly she sat down in her folding chair and grabbed a small damp make up remover cloth and smeared it over her face. Behind her was a closed off area specific for changing, which held racks upon racks of costumes and dresses for her to wear.
Dresses she didn't even need. Pausing for a minute Naomi felt as though there was a presence behind her. Yet in the crystal clear mirror in front of her declared there was no one. Turning her head to the side for a minute she simply shook off the feeling and closed her eyes, wiping the thick black eyeliner and large lashes from her eyes. Her hair shifted slowly and came down from it's formal bun on her head down to gentle waves just touching her shoulders. With her eyes closed her dress shifted to a normal pair of jeans and tank top. Her brows creased as she finally removed her make up but her elbows meet the glass dresser.
Naomi's calloused hands held her face for a moment. It wasn't a pleasant feeling but it was nice to have her eyes closed for once and awhile.
Adarlon
Naomi paced her breaths, with every second her heart would slowly stop practically beating out of her chest. All of the background dancers and side characters in the performance raced on the stage, every section would take part in the curtain call. With every bow the claps would get louder, and louder. An announcer cheerfully called their names and when it came down to Naomi and her dancing partner the crowd practically roared. Though the stand ovation was already set in motion before the curtain call even began.
"Last but most certainly not least, Lady Pavlova and her lucky dance partner, Clarke Johnson!" They raced out on the wooden stage, both hands clenched as Naomi stood up on point and they raised their hands and bowed. Her bright smile widened as he indulged in the cheerful screams and cheers of the crowds she loved. It was has everything slowed down, every performance meant so much to her. This was her life and she took it with grace and power. No one could deny how talented the young woman was. Naomi even earned a solo in one of the most celebrated and anticipated performances of this time. It was an honor for her and a fear.
There would be so much pressure on her before she to put forth what the university taught her. She could even go as far as saying she dread her solo. An empty stage but nothing but eyes on her and her art. The whole cast bowed once more before the large curtain fell down. Taking in a deep breath she hugged her dance partner and the rest of the extras. It was a team effort it couldn't have been done without all of them working together. They congratulated her and she offered as many thanks as possible. Naomi watched as they slowly all started to fall apart and go their separate ways. It was no doubtfully a full house, everyone's family and loved ones were giving flowers and exotic smelling plants in the plastic half bags and bows.
Naomi began to bounce away from what was left of the crowd, her smile still strong as she exchanged a few parting glances. She walked down and small hallway. Several dressing rooms were sprawled around the wall. Naomi was met with a door that had in gold sparkly letters, 'Lady Pavlova' pushing the door in slowly she flicked on the all of the lights. Taking in a deep breath she moved to her makeup dresser. Slowly she sat down in her folding chair and grabbed a small damp make up remover cloth and smeared it over her face. Behind her was a closed off area specific for changing, which held racks upon racks of costumes and dresses for her to wear.
Dresses she didn't even need. Pausing for a minute Naomi felt as though there was a presence behind her. Yet in the crystal clear mirror in front of her declared there was no one. Turning her head to the side for a minute she simply shook off the feeling and closed her eyes, wiping the thick black eyeliner and large lashes from her eyes. Her hair shifted slowly and came down from it's formal bun on her head down to gentle waves just touching her shoulders. With her eyes closed her dress shifted to a normal pair of jeans and tank top. Her brows creased as she finally removed her make up but her elbows meet the glass dresser.
Naomi's calloused hands held her face for a moment. It wasn't a pleasant feeling but it was nice to have her eyes closed for once and awhile.