Cygne Noir

Chapter I

I stared at my reflection, zoned out. My dusty apartment was bright. The Sun trickled his light through my large windows.

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I wasn't thinking about anything, but I still somehow thought about me not thinking.

"..!"

I became conscious of my breathing, and realized the stiffness of my body.

"Fall..."

It was almost as if the air was calling my name. Have I become crazy? I certainly couldn't have fallen into that pit of dramatic crazies.

"Fallette..."

My brown eyes stared deep into my mirrored clone. I almost feel self aware...

"Fallette!"

I jumped. My friend, Olivier, sat at my upright piano. He had a disappointed facial expression. "Fallette, I am considering buying a spray bottle for you. I'll spray you with water only to get your attention."

He turned back around to face the instrument. Olivier began to play our piece. Along with him, I moved my body along. My black romantic tutu flew around me, bouncing off my legs.

Ballet is something I have been doing for a while. So long that I am almost growing bored of it. From what I have heard, does that mean I have gotten good at it?

Olivier finished the piece, and so did I with my dance. "I think you will be ready for your tecital." Olivier smiled at me warmly.
He got up from his seat and walked towards me. "I this concludes our practice for today. For your spectacular work, would you allow me to treat you for lunch?" I bowed to my friend. "Thank you, kind sir, for this offer. I gladly accept."

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I comb my dark, curly hair. From behind the wall I can hear Olivier play my piano. Once I finish getting ready, I leave my bedroom to meet Olivier in the public room. "Ready to go?" He asks me. I could tell that he felt embarrassed being caught playing something. No matter who it is, you'll always be embarrassed being caught creating art. Of course unless you are very confident, then you do not care.

We exit the apartment and walk down the stairs. Along the walls were all of the vandalism people made. If I were to be honest, I kind of like it. Besides the unnecessary profanity and small penises with hairy balls, it seemed artistic.

A colorful painting of a fish, and a small drawing of two women together.
Even if it is vandalism, art can still be beautiful.

A decent breeze hit me once I stepped outside. Olivier and I walked over to his car. He opened the front passenger door for me, and dramatically waved his arm to invite me. "M'lady.." He said, mocking some rich butler-kind-of-voice.

I stepped into the car. The remembrance of my ballet recital creeper over my shoulder. It was as if a boy scout was learning to tie knots with my stomach.
Think of something else.. Something better.
I reminded myself.

My mind wandered away from Olivier's red car.
I thought of myself in a park. Green grass and healthy trees. Small birds singing while they fly from place to place. The sky is clear. The weather is perfect. An enjoyable walk in the park.