Red Swan

Telling

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tayHEyhoDao   <---Please listen to while reading.

Also you can find it in the multimedia

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Une, deux, trois, quatre…

Christian set the pace by clapping his hands gently. Besides the echo of their applauses, a nice and alive music roared in the room. It was Wednesday, very early. The piano notes urged in the ear of Emma, rooming her entire mind.

-Start- The voice of professor was heard once, only once; and with just that, the entire room began to move.

The ballerinas had known that they were being watched, each step, each breath. Christian could be very nice and kind, but when it’s about a play, especially The Swan Lake, his personality changes completely.

“Every step, in the exact time, in the exact space, in the exact moment” Since the day the teacher announced the big day, Emma had remembered this the whole week. It was getting near that day, and it was as though there wasn’t any progress to get the principal paper.

Battement Fondú, Balancé, Assemblé… Battement Fondú, Balancé, Assemblé.

-Ladies we don’t have all day long!- the rush of his voice shocked the ballerinas, making the steps were made faster and faster as the music goes on.

Battement Fondú, Battement Fondú, Battement Fondú.

Suddenly Christian clapped as hard as a bullet shot, almost all the dancers freaked out, except one, Emma. She knew that all this will happen in any time, just like every day. After that, he was making circles and circles with their hands as a signal that the ballerinas made other steps, like always, as a daily routine, but this time, harder.

The piano notes started to get lower and lower, faster and faster, quicker and quicker.

Emma extended her right leg up high, leaving her arms straight in the same level of her shoulders. Then, she put back her leg by turning her body to the same side. Her view started to stain, everything was turning around. Immediately her leg whipped and started again, after that, she made more and more circles.  Ah, that it is: Fouetté en Tournant.

-Leave me alone! Stop bothering me!- She hissed exhausted. Suddenly, he blocked her pass while grabbing her shoulders.

-C’mon Emmiie! Do it for me!- The blonde boy again with the same thing, she just stared at the ground. He shook her gently but enough to gain her attention…

-Girls keep going! Look how Emma is doing it!- When Christian pointed at Emma, joy and happiness was plastered in her face.

 “Finally Emma, finally” she said to herself and a small smile formed on her mouth. She kept doing the turns faster and better, faster and better.

-Please stop! What can I do to shut your mouth!?- She couldn’t hold it back; she got to the limit of her patience. It was a late winter night in the middle of a dark and cold street.

-Go with me to ‘Caffé Fresco’, tomorrow- He grinned while waiting for her answer. She hummed angrily and headed to her path again.

-Please- He grabbed her hand, pleading for the answer he was waiting for. She stopped and took a large and slow sigh.

-Fine! Now please…- She pointed her way with her gaze. Happily and with a big smile, the blonde boy, known as Luhan, gave her space to go away.