My knees shook once my high heels stepped out of the warm yellow taxi. I didn't expect the theatre to be so prestigious. Everyone was dressed to the upmost elegance, women were walking past me so effortlessly–my legs wobbled with each step. There was a long red carpet that draped across the marble floor of the foyer, as we all walked into the auditorium my jaw dropped. I was quick to recompose my awestruck state at the realization of all the very rich people here staring at me.
The ceilings were high and painted with a renaissance night sky, my eyes danced with the stars and long crescent moon, all the seats were covered in burgundy velvet that was a perfect accent to the golden walls. The stage was beautiful, I was suddenly in The Phantom of The Opera, red curtains draped across the stage with fire-lit lanterns lining the edge of the dark wood flooring. As I was guided to a seat in the middle of the floor I glanced at the elaborate symphony hiding in the pit. I felt like royalty going to see a Shakespearean play, I was ecstatic.
As we all found our seats the lights dimmed and my eyes grew wide with the brightening stage lights. A soft melody began playing on the piano, it was soft and yet held the anticipation for something darker. As the warms and angelic strings of the violin and viola sang along and through the keys of the piano dancers emerged from behind the curtains. Like a boat caught in a storm, I was center to him and he was the strong wind rocking my ship over in the water.
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He moved so effortlessly through the air, his arms guiding his body through each movement. I was entranced completely and honorably, I wanted to be angered that he ever thought to hide such beauty from me. It troubled me to understand how such movements could be so elegant and pristine. If I were royalty and he was an actor I would make him my own, he'd be only mine to see and I would hide him from the world so no one could dare ruin my art.
As the music began to take its dark turn Jimin sprung off the floor flipping in the air. I made a mental note to bring it up later–if he can do a backflip that's something I'm going to need to see.
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The deep hum of the cello shook through me, I was no longer Asteria, I was a piece of the music, a piece of the golden walls shining around us and I was beautiful. Jimin wasn't nervous, he was born for the stage and he made it apparent to every eye watching him. The only things racing through his mind were his next move and the steady counts which he flowed to.
Each move was sharp and yet it flowed so perfectly with the next it looked fluid. Jimin was a dancer, a performer, a living breathing art form. Looking around I wasn't surprised to see everyone just as mesmerized by him as I was. All alone on the stage, he was a beacon of beauty. As more dancers flooded the stage I lost my ability to only watch him. Every performer moved so beautifully and suddenly I was interested in something I wasn't before.
Despite what Jimin told me to do I wait till intermission to leave my seat. I joined the crowd in a standing ovation and the gentlemen beside me let me throw one of his rose on the stage. Jimin retrieved the rose of course and gave it a small kiss for the crowd to see. The people ate him up, they loved him and it wasn't hard to see why.
My feet slowly carried me down the long carpet aisle until my heels clicked against the marble floor. Jimin was waiting–dressed in his dancing attire–by the concessions.
"You look beautiful." He smiled bringing me in for a long kiss. I smiled as he leaned away from me, spinning me around with his hand I blushed. The eyes of his fellow performers made me nervous.
"You were really good Jimin." My voice whispered as he led me out toward the street. "I'm offended you tried to keep this from me."
"You looked pretty in love with me." He had a prideful smirk on his lips. "It was like you had never seen me before."
"In a way, I hadn't." Our legs stopped in front of his bright orange sports car. "Also can you do a backflip?"
He laughed while opening the passenger door for me. "Yes, I can do a backflip. Can you?" I looked at him with a stupid look. "I'll take that as a maybe."
When he entered the car I pulled him into a kiss, it surprised him but he didn't hesitate to return the gesture. Our lips moved slowly for no time at all before he was pulling me as close as he could with a strong grasp, I was holding onto his shirt with all I could wanting nothing more than to disappear into each other forever.
He pulled away to catch his breath. I pouted still leaning over the gear shift to be near him. Whining at the loss of contact he laughed pushing me gently to sit in my seat before clicking my seat belt in place for me.
"Maybe I should show you my dancing more often." His car roared to life as I played with the fabric of my floor-length gown. "You're cute when you're like this."
"Like what?" I turned to watch him drive. There was something so attractive in watching him shift through gears, each second the car going faster down the empty night streets.
"Clingy, all over me. I like it." I laughed. He stayed silent, wanting to listen to the sound of my laughter. "Don't be clingy on other people though. I don't like that."
"No?" I teased. "Because you know-"
"Stop while your ahead Star." He was smiling wider than I'd seen in a while. It made me proud knowing he was so happy because of me, I hope he knows how happy he makes me. Nothing in this world can ever mean more to me than Park Jimin.
