@amber_is_in_a_loop
Mare's face brightened until she remembered. "Oh god, I wish. I really do." She sighed, frustrated, ran a hand through her hair. "I have a show this weekend."
Mare's face brightened until she remembered. "Oh god, I wish. I really do." She sighed, frustrated, ran a hand through her hair. "I have a show this weekend."
"Wasn't it on Sunday? You invited me to it, remember?" Marianne reminded gently. "Don't worry about it though, we can do it another time."
"Right, right." She turned towards Marianne, blushing furiously. She paused, then quietly added, "Are you coming?"
“Of course! Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Marianne’s voice was sweet, sincere. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Mare shrugged a shy shoulder. "I wasn't sure if you like ballet?" She met Marianne's gaze, the blush fading from her cheeks.
"I enjoy watching anything with you in it, and I've been to a couple dance shows before. They were fun." She raised her eyebrows slightly. "Besides, not liking ballet isn't exactly reason enough to skip out on your big show."
Mare smiled bashfully. "It's really not that big of a deal. Nothing compared to the showcases."
“Either way, you’re going to be spectacular.” She bumped their shoulders together affectionately. “And I would never miss it.”
Mare nodded. "If you say so." She faced Marianne. "I should probably head home. Homework, you know," she said regretfully.
Marianne nodded, her fingers itching with the need to cup Mare’s face before they parted. But she made sure that her hands stayed limp by her sides, knowing the consequences. “Yeah, unfortunately. Text me, alright? I’m home alone later on, maybe we can video chat?”
Mare nodded. "Sure." She turned to leave, turned towards Marianne to brush her hand as she left.
“Bye..” she whispered, electricity shooting up her arms from the brief touch.
Savouring the last bit of contact, Mare took her time to walk home.
She locked her bedroom door, collapsed on her bed and went to sleep.
(skip?)
(Sure)
(to when?)
(should we just skip to the weekend?)
(sure, to the show?)
(why not)
(would you mind starting?)
Mare stood just outside the stage door, pacing the floor. She was wearing only tights and a fitted white tank top, nervously wringing her hands. Marianne still hadn't arrived.
Marianne, buzzing in anticipation, finally located the theatre Mare was performing in. She couldn’t get through the doors fast enough, an irrational part of her hoping that her girlfriend would be there to greet her as soon as she entered. Of course, it didn’t happen, leaving Marianne to find her seat and do her best not to fidget while she waited for the show to start.
Mare peeked out from behind the curtain to see Marianne rush into the theatre and take her seat. Exhaling in relief, she turned around to see the ballet master furiously marching towards her.
"What are you doing?" he whispered vehemently. "We're almost at the five call and you haven't even started on your makeup!"
Mare rushed to the dressing room, got ready and ran backstage just as the dancers were taking their positions.
The lights dimmed.
The lights dimmed, and Marianne couldn't help the soft exhalation that escaped her lips. She grinned excitedly, eyes fixed to the stage.
Mare stood centre upstage, arms extended, feet pointed, back tall and straight (lmao straight). The curtains swished open, and the dance began as the first chord was struck.
The girls circled around the stage and Mare and two other girls pirouetted to the centre of the circle.
(Lmao)
Marianne leaned forward in her seat, wide-eyed. Mare looked so… poised and graceful, not a single hair out of place.
(I don't really know how to describe the whole choreography so I'm gonna skip over a little)
The dancers whirled around the stage. As the dance went on, Mare got more and more comfortable, more and more into it, and her movements became smoother, freer. She wasn't thinking about anything anymore.
(Kk)
Marianne was spellbound by each smooth movement. The dancers moved as a whole in perfect synchronization, whirling and leaping with elegance.
Finally, the last chord. The positions were hit perfectly in time, and the dancers finally let out the breaths they'd been holding back.
Marianne broke out into rapturous applause, whooping loudly with the rest of the crowd.
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