Post by Moonie on Feb 28, 2013 8:40:56 GMT -5
Glacier eyes peered around the corner. The one thing the girl wished for at that moment was solitide and peace. All she wanted to do was practice her dancing and singing, since it should be a couple of more hours before the others showed up for the show. Ivalia had made her arrival early for a couple of reasons; one was because her parents thought she was on a school trip. The other was because the fewer people she ran into outside of the show, the better. She was only seventeen, legally unable to be on any show without parental permission. She had forged her way here, a lucky little skill she had a knack for.
When Ivalia saw no one, she moved down the hall to the second door. If she was correct, it would be an empty room across from the pool area. Upon entering, her guess had been right. It had a few old things, such as pedestals, an old stone bench and unused decorations. Ia moved quickly after shutting the door. She moved the bench, with a little difficulty, to the wall and stood on it, testing if she would fall off. Next, she found a metal pipe a little taller than herself and glanced around for a spot to wedge it. Carefully examining her options, she decided between the ceiling and a pedestal near the bench. A little more hard work paid off when she secured it, tested it with her meager weight, and felt happy.
After that, she pulled out her ipod and shuffled through the playlists until she found the soundtrack to one of the movies she was practicing, Burlesque. Setting the song, she popped the buds into her ears and jumped down to take a seat on one of the pedestals. Practice, practice, practice, she would always tell herself. One day I will be on broadway. Or something close.
Ivalia cleared her throat as soon as the music started, immediately remembering the scene and the dance moves as if she had personally starred in the movie. Laying down, she wasn't aware anymore that she was in a shabby storage room.
"The dress is Chanel, the shoes YSL.
The bag is Dior. Agent Provocateaur.
My address today, L.A. by the way.
Above Sunset Strip, the Hills all the way.
My rings are by Webster, they make their heads twirl.
They all say 'Darling, what did you do for those pearls?'
What?! I am a good girl..."
Ivalia counted the steps in her head as she sang and moved, timing them perfectly. Moving away from her makeshift seat, she performed the moves walking toward the pole she had set earlier. In her mind, she was moving up the stairs on a stage. In her mind, she succeeded in reaching her dream.
"B.H. I adore, Rode-O L'amore.
Breakfast Polo Lounge, and poolside for sure.
The Chateau for cocktails, the Courtyard at nine.
Dan Tana's for dinner, the Helen's divine.
You know I have found, the word’s gone around.
They all say my feet never do touch the ground.
What?! I am a good girl..."
( dance: www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDPR5EoYqOs&feature=youtube_gdata_player )
When Ivalia saw no one, she moved down the hall to the second door. If she was correct, it would be an empty room across from the pool area. Upon entering, her guess had been right. It had a few old things, such as pedestals, an old stone bench and unused decorations. Ia moved quickly after shutting the door. She moved the bench, with a little difficulty, to the wall and stood on it, testing if she would fall off. Next, she found a metal pipe a little taller than herself and glanced around for a spot to wedge it. Carefully examining her options, she decided between the ceiling and a pedestal near the bench. A little more hard work paid off when she secured it, tested it with her meager weight, and felt happy.
After that, she pulled out her ipod and shuffled through the playlists until she found the soundtrack to one of the movies she was practicing, Burlesque. Setting the song, she popped the buds into her ears and jumped down to take a seat on one of the pedestals. Practice, practice, practice, she would always tell herself. One day I will be on broadway. Or something close.
Ivalia cleared her throat as soon as the music started, immediately remembering the scene and the dance moves as if she had personally starred in the movie. Laying down, she wasn't aware anymore that she was in a shabby storage room.
"The dress is Chanel, the shoes YSL.
The bag is Dior. Agent Provocateaur.
My address today, L.A. by the way.
Above Sunset Strip, the Hills all the way.
My rings are by Webster, they make their heads twirl.
They all say 'Darling, what did you do for those pearls?'
What?! I am a good girl..."
Ivalia counted the steps in her head as she sang and moved, timing them perfectly. Moving away from her makeshift seat, she performed the moves walking toward the pole she had set earlier. In her mind, she was moving up the stairs on a stage. In her mind, she succeeded in reaching her dream.
"B.H. I adore, Rode-O L'amore.
Breakfast Polo Lounge, and poolside for sure.
The Chateau for cocktails, the Courtyard at nine.
Dan Tana's for dinner, the Helen's divine.
You know I have found, the word’s gone around.
They all say my feet never do touch the ground.
What?! I am a good girl..."
( dance: www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDPR5EoYqOs&feature=youtube_gdata_player )