Ballet Attire - {Open!}

[Amelie Beauvais]

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I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
T H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T
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Amelie strolled casually down what seemed like the busiest street in London at 5 pm on a Wednesday. She waltzed gracefully past strangers, throwing back a smile at whomever decided to glance over at her. London sure was beautiful today, but London sure was nothing like France. You see, being a Paris native, Amelie was still adjusting to the change in culture. The relaxed culture suddenly transformed into a busier sort of nightmare-like culture. But it was more like one of those nightmares that you just wish you had over and over again. One of those interesting, improbable, yet glamorous nightmares. Thank goodness she took English last summer as an extra credit. Who cared if she still had a bit of an accent?

A beautiful building appeared before Amelie's ice-blue eyes. A slight breeze blew chocolate tufts of hair into her eyes, which seemed to make the moment all the more dramatic. "Wow..." Amelie muttered softly to herself, sweeping the hair out of her face with a gentle hand. She was here. She was home. Le Ballet D'or was right in front of her, & for the first time in her life she would actually be dancing there. IN there. She had only dreamed about this moment since she was a little girl. She had only dreamed to watch a show here, but had never imagined in her wildest dreamsbeing a dream for another little girl to come & see.

Amelie smiled & closed her eyes, then began to walk again, her long hair brushing her back, ushering her towards the company. A man's hand shaped itself around a bronze door handle, & he held the door open for her. "Welcome to Le Ballet D'or." he said with a grandfatherly smile, as he motioned inside the building. "Thank you." Amelie replied quietly, a hint of a French accent in her soft voice while she stretched her smile a little bit wider & entered the oddly vanilla-scented building. Above her, chandeliers glistened elegantly as Amelie made her way from the entrance hall to the elevators quietly. Ding, Sounded the elevator, as it opened before her quickly, interrupting Amelie's starstruck trance. "Oh!" she said startled as she saw her reflection, & rushed into the mirrored elevator. Reading each button over quickly, Amelie took a tiny finger & pressed down. Destination= dressing rooms.

Ding! The elevator sounded once more, opening slower this time & introducing another floor. Amelie clutched onto her Coach dance bag tightly, and walked slowly, searching for a number. 1, 2, 3,4...8! Amelie spotted the public dressing room number eight, her lucky number, & formed her fingers around the handle to open it carefully. Nobody was inside. Hmm, Amelie thought curiously, turning the lights on to see what was inside. Sure it wasn't as pretty as the entrance hall, but it would do for today. Quickly unzipping her bag, she pulled out her favourite black body suit, along with a pair of dark purple legwarmers and ballet tights. Slowly, she pulled off her dress, stepped into her tights and bodysuit, and sat down to put on her Gaynor Minden pointe shoes. Amelie hummed quietly while she tied the ribbons securely around her ankles & slipped on her legwarmers. Standing up, she dug into her bag once more for her hair supplies. Buns. Screw the damn things. What's a ballerina that can't spot without her hair down anyways? Amelie sighed & began to brush her curls. It was going to be a long day.

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NOTES I'll be sure to post the outfits later! WORDS 581.
STATUS Done. OUTFITS OUTFITS HERE.
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !
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[Sky Lee]

Sky ambled down the street with only half a mind to get to her original destination. The sun shone and played with the shadows on the streets, and the slightest of breezes kept her from feeling sweaty and warm. She jabbed at a pair of glasses that didn't exist and remembered that she'd hidden them in her suit case before she'd gotten on the plane. She hardly needed another rant from her sisters about how hideous glasses looked on her. Iris and Lily loved commenting on her looks more than anything else. They seemed to take it upon themselves as her older sister to fix Sky's extreme lack of fashion sense. She would appease them today even if contacts did burn her eyes.

Sky's eyes narrowed on the signs that passed by the road. She personally thought that the name for the ballet company was the silliest thing of all. Why name an English company in French? Le Ballet D'or had confused Sky the first time she'd heard her sisters were performing there. She remembered asking her mother "They're going to France? in her confusion. "D'or" meant golden. The Golden Ballet. Were all names of companies so silly?

She finally came across a fairly large building with letters etched in a curvy font on the front. So this was the magnificent Ballet D'or. Sky squinted her eyes. She liked watching her sisters dance, but she was never fond of these places where they seemed to stay besides for sleeping. A thought flickered into the back of her mind. Would they let her in? She hardly looked like a prima. Sky paused, her hand fingering the material of her jeans. She could just try to get in there by saying that her sisters both danced in the company. Honesty typically worked and if it didn't agility would suffice

She pushed the doors open, and nodded and smiled to the person who greeted her politely. She put her head down and hurried to an elevator, jabbing at the first button her finger found. Once the doors closed she looked down and saw that the button "dressing rooms" was lit. It was as good as any other place to look for them. She leaned against the cool material of the elevator until a neat ding announced her arrival.

She stepped out cautiously. Even the dressing rooms here seemed a bit blown out of scale than the others she'd visited. Dressing rooms were supposed to be a bit more...dirty and down to earth. The girls without makeup looked more careworn and tired as they massaged their blistered feet. She'd wandered through enough of them as a little girl to know what they looked like. The faint smell of resin mixed with sweat. Battered pointe shoes and slippers on the benches. They were slightly bitter memories for her. Waiting for hours and hours as her sisters prepared for shows and waited for classes. If she was lucky, a kind pianist might let her play on the keys for a bit, but most of the time she had ended up wandering dressing rooms. Making her way down the hall, she noticed that one of the doors was slightly open, and a light was lit inside.

She knocked quietly on the door before poked her head into the room. She was startled to see a particularly beautiful girl brushing out her hair. Perhaps this was another reason she disliked dressing rooms so much. Ballerinas were deathly beautiful. When you looked at some..no most of them you had to wonder if you were staring at a mannequin or a human.
"Bonjo...,"Sky caught herself in time and she shook her head and reprimanded herself. She was in London. This wasn't the first time she'd mixed greetings when she changed countries. You had to get confused after being in over five.
"Sorry. Hi, I'm Sky, ummm would you happen to know if there are two girls named Iris and Lily here? They've been dancing here for a little over a year. I'm a pianist." Sky caught her breath after her long speech and let out a forced smile. She didn't know why she'd tackily added that last sentence. She'd played quite often for payment at little parties and such, but it was hardly as if she was playing at this ballet company. She was just acting silly again.