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Alexandra moved along the steps of the theatre, holding the skirts of her red dress, not to trip over. Diamond chandeliers hung from above, lighting the grand interior.
Before she knew it, Alix arrived. Men dressed in smart suits, women in colourful dresses and smart coiffures. People were still gathering, chattering and giggling as the stage remained empty, performance only minutes away. She sat alone, bored and somewhat jealous that everyone has company. A pretty young woman with brown hair and grey eyes in a blue dress sat to her right, but was conversing with some man quite passionately, but gave more of a acquaintance than partner aura.
As if someone was listening, the red curtain opened and people became silent within moments.
Several ballerina's were standing, neutral expressions on their faces. White costumes clung onto them, as each of them moved along with the music, each move precise and graceful, and it made her feel something, but not something Alix could quite put her finger on. Awe? Excitement?
Perhaps
Despite a performance ongoing, some whispered, as if desperate to talk and unable to survive the silence. Then, Alexandra spotted somebody:
Alyona Nikolayevna Polyanova.
The girl was well-known in Petersburg, owning vital qualities to be a successful ballerina: beauty, precision and talent. It was even said that she gave a performance for Empress Maria, whom also apparently gave ger some gifts and a place at court.
Of course, the girl had quite the character.
Alix heard that 'the Black Swan' (a nickname given to her) was far more than pretty looks and precise movements on the stage. They spoke of a fiery character, whom was not afraid to speak what she thought or act upon her wants, of the kindness and curiosity , but also the playful mischief masked underneath, not afraid to play a joke or two.
A curious character, a true mystery.
Aleksandra focused more on the looks. She noticed the long blonde curls, ocean-blue eyes, soft looking skin, full red lips, high cheeks and jawline along with the thin eyebrows. Beautiful.
Music floated around the air, hitting everyone's ear. The girl whom Alix saw from before was watching intently while the boy next to her was asleep. Interesting, how one comes to a theatre, expecting great entertainment , but then in some cases finds it uninteresting , so one decides not to watch further. Peculiar, humans, and how expectations differentiate from reality.
Slightly tired, she yawned, covering her mouth with her dainty hand. The dim lights added a somewhat intimate atmosphere, but made it easier for others to fall asleep. Once more, Alyenka (surname given by her father) focused on the stage. Ballerina's and other characters moved gracefully, the music almost giving them a sort of purpose.
Then, Alix focused back on Alyona, looking admiringly at the young girl, a smile on her youthful face. Suddenly, something changed. But what? Her pupils dilated, breath slightly increased, feelings spiralling together as a dreamy sigh escaped her, and the look changed from admiration to infatuation.
