Post by Adalie Bates on Aug 27, 2008 20:45:07 GMT -4
Well I'm starting a new RP website based on this story in the point of view of Amelie Aucoin. She is a dancer who wants nothing more than to be a star. Please excuse any grammatical errors. I only have limited time right now to type this.
It felt like the beginning of my life, possibly even a new life for I was now taking the opposite pathway. It felt like I was beginning a destiny that had always been in store. This was the day that I had dreamed so long for, my first audition to be admitted into Milwalkee Ballet's Nutcracker. I happen to remember the day very clearly.I remember how much preparation it took: my perfect bun, my slim black leotard, my clean and prestine pink tights, and the years of hardwork, dedication, and ballet classes. What I remember most was my arrival.
I took a deep breath and stepped into the doorway. A small bell tinkled, announcing my arrival. I looked around in the sea of faces hoping to find a familiar one but there were none from what I could see. I lined up at the registration table to get my audition number pinned to my leotard. My stomach was full of butterflies fluttering, twirling, dancing. The line was moving quickly and I was soon at the front. I was ushered through the stations and then set free to let my mind wander.
"I must not get my hopes up high." I kept whispering to myself. "They will not give the part as Clara to someone like you. They want experienced dancers, ones that have come to this studio years longer than you."
I was not trying to put myself down, there was no way I wouldn't try my hardest, I was just preparing myself for any forms of diassappointment. I stepped into the studio and my eyes widened in wonder. I had, in fact, been here before but never had I seen so many dancers in one place.
"They all want the same part as you," I whispered, "And they are prepared to work just as hard as you to get it."
I absentmindedly sipped at my water bottle as I dreamed of getting the part as Clara, or maybe even better, getting to star as Devil Doll. A man and woman stepped into the room and suddenly everyone was at the barres ready for class. I grabbed my pointe shoes and joined them at the barre.
Class began and it was fairly fast pace, but with a little sweat I could keep up nicely. I rolled through the ball of foot to reach pointe, I danced using every muscled, every effort I could put forth, and every bit of my concentration. I was actaully very proud of myself. I was having fun even though I was nearly out of breath. It was then that another lady entered the room.
"Would all the junior company members come with me please? You will need your pointe shoes."
I hesitated, but once I saw other people who looked about my age stand up I stood up and sauntered over to the small group that had collected.
"Excuse me," I said, "Should I go with this group? I've never been in company here before."
The lady simply glanced me over and answered,"Just stay here with the other group."
I simply nodded and went back to my place at the barre. I didn't realize what mistake had been made until the teacher announced,"For this audition you will need to know Italian Fouettes, Releves en Arabesque, and Fouette Turns."
Immeadiately I panicked.
"I can't do any of those things! I've tried on flat and I couldn't do them. There is no way I can learn to do all of that in the next five minutes," I thought frantically.
Of course I tried anyway, expelling any energy I had left to keep mysef up. In the end I failed miserably and was close to hesteria. I could feel the warm tears welling up and I bit my lip to keep them from sliding down my face. This is what I had always feared the most: not being good enough. At last our group was called to the audition room.
I trudged down the hallway feeling dejected, then I straightened up and slapped myself in the face. This is what I wanted, this was my dream. I couldn't just let it all slip away when it was right at my fingertips. With each step I worked on composing my face, they would never give any part to someone in histerics. When I finally got to the room and I stepped inside I had a neutral mask glued in place on my face. The room smelled like sweat from all of the dancers just trying to get a part. I lined up and calmly transitioned into my fifth position.
Right away one of my ballet teachers recognized me, "Amelie! I'm so sorry! You've been mixed in with the advanced group this whole time! Please forgive my mistake."
I accepted her apology and stayed frozen in my shape. At least everyone knew my name now. I waited and watched as all of the judges scruntiznized me. We all had to perform many different combinations for the judges. Finally it was all over. I was barely out of the door when the tears started dropping, my breaths became ragged, and my mother's arm was around me. We walked to the car and drove her with her saying words of encouragement the whole way. One of the things I remeber her saying was that I shouldn't worry because I would get a part. I suppose she was right too. I did get a part in my very first Nutcracker. I have also improved and someday I’ll be the teacher sitting in the judge panel rooting on the underdog.
It felt like the beginning of my life, possibly even a new life for I was now taking the opposite pathway. It felt like I was beginning a destiny that had always been in store. This was the day that I had dreamed so long for, my first audition to be admitted into Milwalkee Ballet's Nutcracker. I happen to remember the day very clearly.I remember how much preparation it took: my perfect bun, my slim black leotard, my clean and prestine pink tights, and the years of hardwork, dedication, and ballet classes. What I remember most was my arrival.
I took a deep breath and stepped into the doorway. A small bell tinkled, announcing my arrival. I looked around in the sea of faces hoping to find a familiar one but there were none from what I could see. I lined up at the registration table to get my audition number pinned to my leotard. My stomach was full of butterflies fluttering, twirling, dancing. The line was moving quickly and I was soon at the front. I was ushered through the stations and then set free to let my mind wander.
"I must not get my hopes up high." I kept whispering to myself. "They will not give the part as Clara to someone like you. They want experienced dancers, ones that have come to this studio years longer than you."
I was not trying to put myself down, there was no way I wouldn't try my hardest, I was just preparing myself for any forms of diassappointment. I stepped into the studio and my eyes widened in wonder. I had, in fact, been here before but never had I seen so many dancers in one place.
"They all want the same part as you," I whispered, "And they are prepared to work just as hard as you to get it."
I absentmindedly sipped at my water bottle as I dreamed of getting the part as Clara, or maybe even better, getting to star as Devil Doll. A man and woman stepped into the room and suddenly everyone was at the barres ready for class. I grabbed my pointe shoes and joined them at the barre.
Class began and it was fairly fast pace, but with a little sweat I could keep up nicely. I rolled through the ball of foot to reach pointe, I danced using every muscled, every effort I could put forth, and every bit of my concentration. I was actaully very proud of myself. I was having fun even though I was nearly out of breath. It was then that another lady entered the room.
"Would all the junior company members come with me please? You will need your pointe shoes."
I hesitated, but once I saw other people who looked about my age stand up I stood up and sauntered over to the small group that had collected.
"Excuse me," I said, "Should I go with this group? I've never been in company here before."
The lady simply glanced me over and answered,"Just stay here with the other group."
I simply nodded and went back to my place at the barre. I didn't realize what mistake had been made until the teacher announced,"For this audition you will need to know Italian Fouettes, Releves en Arabesque, and Fouette Turns."
Immeadiately I panicked.
"I can't do any of those things! I've tried on flat and I couldn't do them. There is no way I can learn to do all of that in the next five minutes," I thought frantically.
Of course I tried anyway, expelling any energy I had left to keep mysef up. In the end I failed miserably and was close to hesteria. I could feel the warm tears welling up and I bit my lip to keep them from sliding down my face. This is what I had always feared the most: not being good enough. At last our group was called to the audition room.
I trudged down the hallway feeling dejected, then I straightened up and slapped myself in the face. This is what I wanted, this was my dream. I couldn't just let it all slip away when it was right at my fingertips. With each step I worked on composing my face, they would never give any part to someone in histerics. When I finally got to the room and I stepped inside I had a neutral mask glued in place on my face. The room smelled like sweat from all of the dancers just trying to get a part. I lined up and calmly transitioned into my fifth position.
Right away one of my ballet teachers recognized me, "Amelie! I'm so sorry! You've been mixed in with the advanced group this whole time! Please forgive my mistake."
I accepted her apology and stayed frozen in my shape. At least everyone knew my name now. I waited and watched as all of the judges scruntiznized me. We all had to perform many different combinations for the judges. Finally it was all over. I was barely out of the door when the tears started dropping, my breaths became ragged, and my mother's arm was around me. We walked to the car and drove her with her saying words of encouragement the whole way. One of the things I remeber her saying was that I shouldn't worry because I would get a part. I suppose she was right too. I did get a part in my very first Nutcracker. I have also improved and someday I’ll be the teacher sitting in the judge panel rooting on the underdog.