Just_Lolli
𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞... There was a man who loved ballet. He'd watch every show, listen to every note while watching every dancer, he'd do so repeatedly. Never getting bored of the repeated performances. Whether it was the slight delay in one of the dancers during the sixteenth whole note in 'The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy' or a note held too long it sets atleast two dancers off in 'Swan Lake'. There would always be something different, and he'd notice.
And there was a dedicated young girl who danced ballet. She'd practice hard, too hard. Every night, she'd stretch and practice, only to do the same the following day. She'd stand on pointé until her feet bled. She'd dance on stage until her legs break and give away from exhaustion... and despite her dedication, her passion. She's always placed in the sidelines, a side character, good enough to perform in a theatre, in front of hundreds, but still too bad to be the spotlight.
Funnily enough, the man who loves to watch ballet would give that girl her own theatre for only her to perform in, a stage that would only know her feet, and a crowd who'd cheer, who'd clap, just for her.
𝐓𝐖
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐭