Mission Cresendo

As the Crescendo rises the ballerina starts twirling on the top of her foot, the pianists fingers fly over the piano hitting every note in a faster pace. The ballerina lifts her hands in the air and as she twirls around the audience and her surroundings begin to blur, all vanishing in an unrecognisable mass. The pianist stops his motions all at once, the last tones still ringing through the hall. The ballerina stops twirling. Stops every motion and stills in her last pose. No sound is around, everything seems to freeze. Suddenly a pain erupts in her chest and her perfect smiles Fades as she collapses to the ground, blood flowing dark crimson colours her white tûtu, when the echo of the shot still hangs in the air. The audience breaks out in hectic, crowds forming, screams. The only one who doesnt move at all is the pianist. He collect his notes, closing the piano and walks away from the ballerina and the blood stains surrounding her. Taking the back door and strolling down the stairs he takes out his phone. Mission Crescendo was successful, he says in a mischievous voice, a small smirk forming on his lips, when he makes his way along the dark alley. A slow dreadful song comes from one window far away and his steps moves in perfect sync with every tone when he merges into the shadows.

A/N:

Thank you so much for reading this, feel free to correct mistakes, English isn't my first language and this is one of my first uploads. If you liked this you can check out my other stories/ One-shots. Please write in the comments if you think that this has the potential to become a hole story.

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