Post by lyddietalise on Sept 27, 2012 12:53:35 GMT -5
The day was cold and dreary as Lydia walked the halls with high hopes of bumping into someone and cheerfully greeting someone for the first time since agreeing with herself to meet new people. She wore a dress, the color burgundy, that had an odd pattern along the bodice and the fabric was rather soft. The skirt of the dress ran long, reaching her ankles without hitting the floor. A veil of the same color and thicker fabric hid her dark curls from the rest of the world as her feet trudged along one of the halls in the manor.
A slight chill ran down her spine as she imagined someone, their face invisible in her mind, coming up to her. "Hello!" Lydia would say. She nearly gagged at the thought. Who was she kidding? She couldn't cheerfully greet people! People weren't meant to be trusted. Not if they had the potential to stab her in the back. Silently she kept walking with her eyes focused only on what was in front of her. That was when she saw it. Two huge mahogany doors that led somewhere she had yet to know of. A gleam of interest showed in her eyes as Lydia pushed the door open, but soon enough her heart sank.
There in front of her was a place she never thought she'd see again in her life. After finding herself in the manor, Lydia never thought she would see another stage of theatre, never get the chance to dance upon a sage, never get to hear the cheers of an audience...Never get to test her limits as an opera singer. Slowly she continued to walk forward, looking around every part of the room. It seemed torn and broken. Though with a little thought, just as magical. She could almost imagine it filled with people, with music and a lovely cast.
She took a seat in the front row and stared at the stage for quite a while in longing. The seat creaked beneath her weight as she settled into the chair whose dark farbic was slightly torn and quite dusty. Oh how she wished she could be up there, performing. But she never felt she was meant for the lead. Lydia could dance, yes, and she was quite passionate, but her fear of failing led to her downfall of furthering her career. With a long heavy sigh, the young latina stood from the chair and tried to climb up on stage, not even realizing that there were creaky, unstable steps near by.
A slight chill ran down her spine as she imagined someone, their face invisible in her mind, coming up to her. "Hello!" Lydia would say. She nearly gagged at the thought. Who was she kidding? She couldn't cheerfully greet people! People weren't meant to be trusted. Not if they had the potential to stab her in the back. Silently she kept walking with her eyes focused only on what was in front of her. That was when she saw it. Two huge mahogany doors that led somewhere she had yet to know of. A gleam of interest showed in her eyes as Lydia pushed the door open, but soon enough her heart sank.
There in front of her was a place she never thought she'd see again in her life. After finding herself in the manor, Lydia never thought she would see another stage of theatre, never get the chance to dance upon a sage, never get to hear the cheers of an audience...Never get to test her limits as an opera singer. Slowly she continued to walk forward, looking around every part of the room. It seemed torn and broken. Though with a little thought, just as magical. She could almost imagine it filled with people, with music and a lovely cast.
She took a seat in the front row and stared at the stage for quite a while in longing. The seat creaked beneath her weight as she settled into the chair whose dark farbic was slightly torn and quite dusty. Oh how she wished she could be up there, performing. But she never felt she was meant for the lead. Lydia could dance, yes, and she was quite passionate, but her fear of failing led to her downfall of furthering her career. With a long heavy sigh, the young latina stood from the chair and tried to climb up on stage, not even realizing that there were creaky, unstable steps near by.
