Hollow (BEING EDITED)

~prologue~

Song- Tchaikovsky swan lake op.20 ACT No.10

The music was alive.

I could see it dancing across the stage along with her. She twists and turns, a pure elegance that can't be illustrated by just anybody. The spotlight shines brightly, illuminating only what I can describe as the magical being before my eyes. Her body moves fluently, like a swan on water, limbs twisting and bending at angles that are extremely unnatural but performed in a way that makes them seem mystical. The other dancers surround her, dancing in tune with one another, Swan Lake traveling down the aisles of seats in waves, blessing both our eyes and ears.

Twisting and turning, spinning and jumping, she extends onto her toes, and my eyes can't be pulled away, glued to her body with an unseen force. The music gets faster, speeding up her movements becoming more intense. Her skin is warm like golden honey, absolutely hypnotic. Faster and faster she moves, spinning and twirling, arms extending more and more. The music slows, and she stops like a swan in water, sending ripples across the surface of the lake.

The dance isn't anywhere near over. I can tell from the look of longing in her eyes a deep rich shade of brown, they almost look golden as she stares into the abyss. The music reverberates back to life once again. It gains speed, dropping in beat, becoming louder and louder, bouncing off the walls and vibrating my very soul. She begins to dance once more, and dance she does pouring everything into the way her body moves, preparing and gaining momentum for the grand ending. The beat drops dramatically.

Then so does she.

The swan falls, collapsing to the floor.