Beinteha

06

I was created to be destroyed,
meeting you was merely an excuse.
—Jaun Elia

—'☆

Raphael x Juliette

SWEET SYMPHONY buzzes in the air, capturing the attention of the audience. Like a salve of everything flowing down the slant slowly, it relieves the audience within the high walls of the theater.

A soul moves upon the stage, like a fairy in the darkness of the night. She moves as her heart desires—an ethereal language being spoken—as her limbs have fashioned themselves to make people gasp under their breaths at the fineness of it. It comes out of their lips like a wound is pressed lightly and a moan can't be resisted.

As the rhythm travels through the air, so does the lady flow—so according to it.

Her toes glide over the smooth surface as if floating on the wisps of her own elegance, each twirl of her body a simple caress. Her hands move with the accord, her eyes being cast down in the humility of the realization that such fineness never comes without a price.

The viewer's hearts faint at each move of the artist dancing across the stage, at each graceful gesture she applies. The diligence in each step of hers makes some even shed tears silently, their hearts ensnared by her artistry.

Words fall short when her heart has been poured into her passion.

The glitters shine under the spotlight, clinging to her petite body. The flimsy skirt around her hips swirls with each move as she embraces the music. The tune even flowing through the air reminds her of the rhythm she needs to follow, her focus remaining on the performance being the best of her life.

She moves across the stage, being all alone, yet none can compare with what she deserves. They call her the perfect prima ballerina of the land and they are even right when they say it. The title fits her like a glove.

She does it perfectly in the eyes of many. At an astonishingly young age, she has eclipsed even her masters.

The performance ends and a pause of realization stills inside the hall. Breaths are held, suspended in reverence before the hall bursts with applause for the solo artist on the stage in her adoration.

. . .

She makes her way down the backstage, receiving more from her partners and the previous Ballerinas have come just to meet her in private.

She replies to them all humbly before changing into a formal dress.

An elegant black dress she wore and above it, she wrapped a white fox fur stole around her arms. Her black heels clicked against the marble floor as she made her way among the guests.

Dancers from the local companies get excited to see her from so close as many have come to this event—a benefit concert—organized by Juliette to raise funds for a local ballet school's scholarship program.

The host releases a string of praises for Juliette as she comes among tables set for the guests.

The spotlight follows her as she makes her way down a table where already two businessmen sit.

The host talks more about her, telling of her kindness for the offer made tonight and once again, applause resounds the hall.

The two businessmen beside her look at her as her glass skin shines under the spotlight, her smile being bright enough to compete for even the sun's glory.

Through her gestures, she only says, "You humble me, dear," to the host. And it makes everybody's heart sing even more of her internal beauty.

The man beside her smiles and soon the spotlight is gone as the host now announces the coming of scholarship organizers.