Echoes, Silence, Patience, and Grace (Jin?)
Feb 11, 2011 4:13:24 GMT -5
Post by Sawyer Carson on Feb 11, 2011 4:13:24 GMT -5
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It was early in the afternoon on February the 11th. Sawyer had managed to stay sober for the better half of the day. Alright well she had a little extra pep in her step this morning that had worn off by the middle of her class schedule. But at least she had Mike 'n Ikes for the afternoon. Nothing like her chosen poison, but they at least made her happy. Miss Carson had two things to look forward to today. The first was up in only a few moments. She'd set aside time in her day to get down to the rehearsal studio to limber up her muscles and work on her dance. Ballet had been something she'd stuck with all her life. The sisters at the orphanage she had known until age 7, had put all the girls in dance classes. Some girls did tap. Not Sawyer, she couldn't stand all the flouncing about and the stupid noise it made. She found it to be rather annoying. That was why she did ballet.
Her mother had agreed to keep her in classes as she got older. It paid off. Sawyer was a beautiful dancer. She found that she got lost in all the emotion of the music and the story and the movement. On a familiar stage or dance floor, she often closed her eyes to dance. Felt it made her more steady, more in tune with her body and how she must look doing the moves. It kept her more focused on what she should be doing rather than what she herself looked like doing it. Sawyer wasn't a fan of mirrors. They spoke too much.
As she stretched she thought about what to work on first. Swan lake was over played. The nutcracker was too seasonal. Deciding on Cinderella, she popped the CD in and hit play. Nudging a wedge in the door to keep a constant air flow going, Sawyer returned to the mirror and looked at herself. She didn't know the dance by heart and would more than likely be making some of it up as she went along. There went closing her eyes. She tapped her feet into the chalk a few times, it was a nervous and idle habit. She was an obsessive compulsive chalker.
The music changed over. This was where she needed to come in. Taking a deep breath she watched the mirror as it turned into an audience and her normal rehearsal clothes changed to something much prettier. That was much better. Starting at the top she let her feet glide along the floor beneath her. Dancing made her feel lighter than air. Her slender legs held perfect poise in her movements. To an untrained eye, she would have looked flawless. The get up.. the audience that came from no where. Really if anyone knew what they were actually watching they'd see not only was she working harder to keep up the illusion as she danced, but she wasn't concentrated on her ankles enough. Sawyer Carson, was anything but flawless.
It was early in the afternoon on February the 11th. Sawyer had managed to stay sober for the better half of the day. Alright well she had a little extra pep in her step this morning that had worn off by the middle of her class schedule. But at least she had Mike 'n Ikes for the afternoon. Nothing like her chosen poison, but they at least made her happy. Miss Carson had two things to look forward to today. The first was up in only a few moments. She'd set aside time in her day to get down to the rehearsal studio to limber up her muscles and work on her dance. Ballet had been something she'd stuck with all her life. The sisters at the orphanage she had known until age 7, had put all the girls in dance classes. Some girls did tap. Not Sawyer, she couldn't stand all the flouncing about and the stupid noise it made. She found it to be rather annoying. That was why she did ballet.
Her mother had agreed to keep her in classes as she got older. It paid off. Sawyer was a beautiful dancer. She found that she got lost in all the emotion of the music and the story and the movement. On a familiar stage or dance floor, she often closed her eyes to dance. Felt it made her more steady, more in tune with her body and how she must look doing the moves. It kept her more focused on what she should be doing rather than what she herself looked like doing it. Sawyer wasn't a fan of mirrors. They spoke too much.
As she stretched she thought about what to work on first. Swan lake was over played. The nutcracker was too seasonal. Deciding on Cinderella, she popped the CD in and hit play. Nudging a wedge in the door to keep a constant air flow going, Sawyer returned to the mirror and looked at herself. She didn't know the dance by heart and would more than likely be making some of it up as she went along. There went closing her eyes. She tapped her feet into the chalk a few times, it was a nervous and idle habit. She was an obsessive compulsive chalker.
The music changed over. This was where she needed to come in. Taking a deep breath she watched the mirror as it turned into an audience and her normal rehearsal clothes changed to something much prettier. That was much better. Starting at the top she let her feet glide along the floor beneath her. Dancing made her feel lighter than air. Her slender legs held perfect poise in her movements. To an untrained eye, she would have looked flawless. The get up.. the audience that came from no where. Really if anyone knew what they were actually watching they'd see not only was she working harder to keep up the illusion as she danced, but she wasn't concentrated on her ankles enough. Sawyer Carson, was anything but flawless.
