The Letter Of My Story (One Direction)

Black Swan White Swan

Chapter 7

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Big surprise I managed to wake up without my alarm. But I found the alarm rings pretty useless because I will simply end up hitting the snooze button several times. I tidied myself up before heading to the dance studio. I was suppose to be performing for a dance recital about the retold tale of the infamous ballet piece, Swan Lake, in two days time.

Odette, the main dancer in the story - which is also my role - (I hate main characters. You would have to do more solos.), was the daughter of a village baker which Prince Segfried had fallen in love with. When the powerful sorcerer, Rothbart, cast a spell on her, causing Odette to change into a swan and can only change back to human form at night, the prince could find no heart in loving her and betrayed her for Odile, Rothbart's daughter. Day by day, she lived by the lake, made up by her mother's sorrowful tears at the thought of her yongest child kidnapped. Heartbroken, Odette's heavy heart turned black as her feathers darkened one by one. Outraged and hurt, she turned murderous and twisted in her mind, one night sliced off the prince's head. Odette soon became the black swan. Fighting head to head with Odile, Odette managed to strike a blow to her opponent till she lay dead after many battle wounds they endured. Mortified at herself, Odette was washed up with guilt and the blood of God's creation. Unforgivably, she takes her life, jumping off a cliff to her death.

I just stared at the paper in which they handed to me, telling me about the storyline and I cannot help but feel that everything I do was so depressing. I had not a single fun in my life and from my perspective, my life was a big dark pitched hole. Empty and meaningless.

'No, no, no! Robert!' The choreographer stormed onto the stage, targeting the main dancer who played the prince. 'You're suppose to throw her aside, literally! Like "I don't want a swan!" kind of thing!' He scowled and went his fingers through his tuft of hair. 'From the top!'

All the dancers muttered, which included me. Who can blame us? We had to danced the same part for dozens of times, and my role was not so enjoyable, especially when my partner had to toss me about repeatedly because our choreographer, Karl, was never satisfied at how we executed it. But I am the one who suffers all the pain, my knees are colorfully bruised, my feet were swollen for standing on pointes for too long, and a nice long cut from somebody whose nails were too long.

'Quick! Into positions.' Karl barked at us. 'Don't dawdle! And girls, don't forget to catch Zaria.' He snapped his fingers and the pianist started playing the music.

I jumped into Robert's arms and he lifted me over his head. 'Let's not mess it up this time.' I whispered as my back strained from lifting my body up.

'Yeah, but it very hard to talk whilst carrying.' He hissed back.

I must have been distracted from talking because Robert threw me which caught me off guard. I must have misheard the music. So I was flying through the air, unprepared, flapping my wings like a shot-down bird. My head came in contact with the ground first. There was a loud bang as people shouted my name. I felt myself rolling over my head and finally landing on my feet. I jumped up, feeling the adrenaline rush, and moved my neck in a circular motion. No broken bones, and I was fine.

I blinked. No, I was not fine, my head throbbed with so much pain, more like a knife had been stabbed through my scalp. My fingers clawed at my head as I tried to find the severe pain area. I scrunched up my face, shutting tight my eyes, biting my lips and refusing a scream.

'Good job!' Someone patted my back. Managing an almost neutral face, I opened my eyes. Everyone was circling me, congratulating me on a job well done.

I dragged Robert to a corner. 'Perfect? Didn't I fall?' It was a wonder words actually came out from my mouth even though my head was still killing me.

He scoffed and laughed haughtily. 'You wish you'd fall?! Good god, you must have been daydreaming while I was lifting you up. It was one of the best throws and landings in dance history. Keep up the work.'

'Karl,' I croaked, my hands holding my head. 'Can we get a break?'

'Let me see...no. That might have been a beginner's luck. Again.' Everyone's jaw must have dropped at that point. We had been dancing for a few hours straight without having a proper break.

I could not dance when my head felt like that. 'Look here, mister.' I put on my meanest voice. 'I will sue you for not giving us a break.' I look him dead in the eye, very seriously.

'Take five!'

I stumbled into the bathroom and gripped the sink. The pain keeps coming back everyday. But had I imagine that I fell? Or did it really happen and everyone was putting on an act? I splashed some cold water on my face. I had to pull myself together or I will just go crazy. Grin and bear.

'You've gotta stop eating Zaria.' Silena made an attempt at taking away my plate of tiramisu. I snatched it and kept it away from her reach. It was night, after the rehearsals, I just needed someone to accompany me for dinner so I asked her out. 'Your a dancer, remember? What if you can't feet your tutu that day? You've already eaten a plate of spaghetti, a bowl of seafood chowder, cheese sandwiches, chicken pie, a slice of marble cheesecake, and now this.' She pointed at the plate.

'I've been feeling quite down lately.' I said between mouths. 'Why do you care? I'm actually trying to put on some extra pounds. I'm underweight, okay? I live to eat, not eat to live.'

'I'm not saying you must be like those skinny girls, but you already are one, thanks to your metabolism rate. But fans and the press like to gossip a lot. They'll spread bad things about you.' She told me sincerely.

'Like I'd care!' I scoffed. 'Let them say it. As long as I know they aren't true, I shall be fine.'

'You sounded more confident than you were yesterday.' Silena poked silently at her salad.

I sighed and dropped the fork on the table. 'Thin does not mean you are gorgeous. I've seen fat people who are more beautiful than those skinny girls with just bones. What matters that you are beautiful inside. And a fact is that no matter what size you are, skinny, fat, short, tall, you can dance equally well if you had the passion. Nowadays, people like to judge by appearances which infuriates me. I'd like a world where everyone just love each other no matter the looks.'

Silena nodded, smiling knowingly. I know she cared a lot. We were both insecure, but she thought she was fat when she was the total opposite. I needed to make her realise what she was inside. Sometimes, we need not bother what ever others were saying about us, even though it is hard. Just needed to be ourselves in our own unique way.

'I saw your performance on TV. It's so lucky you get to work with One Direction. I know you don't seem to care but many girls, including me, would die to even meet them.' She nudged me in the arm as she showed me a picture of the five boys from her phone.

'You like them?'

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