Post by Aida on Mar 31, 2012 14:07:13 GMT
Aida entered the newly-built theatre and smiled. She liked how this had turned out; it had definately been one of her better ideas. She smiled, looking over the red interior, the beautiful lighting. She'd always dreamed of such a place when she was younger, even before she'd met Myk. During those long nights alone in the basement she would daydream about being on a fantastic stage like those that played Shakespeares great works. Such fanciful costumes and words.
Moving down to the front of the seating, Aida sighed and jumped up to sit upon the stage, kicking her legs lightly. She wore a slinky red dress that clung to her every curve, dipping low at the neckline. Backless, of course. The hem reached her ankles, to be met by elegant, strapped red heels. Her hair was pulled high on her head in a tight bun. Looking about the theatre, the dazzle of the lights, she was amazed. She'd finally made herself a decent life and here she was, in the msot beautiful theatre she'd imagined, paid for with her own money and build in less than a month.
Aida stood then and walked the length of the stage, quoting Romeo and Juliet as she did. A one-woman play, almost. She had always enjoyed Shakespeare and so, had memorised almost all of his plays. She closed her eyes as she walked, arms rising and falling as she spoke the lines she knew so well, talking to the very walls of the theatre, marking it as her own with this wonderful play. She didn't care she was alone, preferred that during these moments and smiled through the tragedies she knew would later come in the magical words she spoke.
Moving down to the front of the seating, Aida sighed and jumped up to sit upon the stage, kicking her legs lightly. She wore a slinky red dress that clung to her every curve, dipping low at the neckline. Backless, of course. The hem reached her ankles, to be met by elegant, strapped red heels. Her hair was pulled high on her head in a tight bun. Looking about the theatre, the dazzle of the lights, she was amazed. She'd finally made herself a decent life and here she was, in the msot beautiful theatre she'd imagined, paid for with her own money and build in less than a month.
Aida stood then and walked the length of the stage, quoting Romeo and Juliet as she did. A one-woman play, almost. She had always enjoyed Shakespeare and so, had memorised almost all of his plays. She closed her eyes as she walked, arms rising and falling as she spoke the lines she knew so well, talking to the very walls of the theatre, marking it as her own with this wonderful play. She didn't care she was alone, preferred that during these moments and smiled through the tragedies she knew would later come in the magical words she spoke.
