I got this from my journal from when I was in The Sound of Music last year...
The Dance Scene, in slow motion
You wait. You wait for the velvet, crimson fabric to be pulled away by a boy wearing black in the wings.
It's time. You go in front of the curtain to do a small scene. You say your line. You pretend to waltz with your pretend brother.
And then... the curtain opens, like scarlet water rippling through the air. You see the white, circle lights- which are part of the party set- as the curtains frame them. Dancers in a circle do a choreographed dance. The picture is a perfect image of the stage, the arts, a musical.
You stand. You stand there acting like you are amazed at your pretend house being decorated for a pretend party. And you are amazed. You go off the stage and frantically change from one costume to the next... and then you act like you are escaping from Austria after doing fun dances and songs with friends you have made who share the same passion. And then it is over, all too soon.
The Dance Scene, in slow motion
You wait. You wait for the velvet, crimson fabric to be pulled away by a boy wearing black in the wings.
It's time. You go in front of the curtain to do a small scene. You say your line. You pretend to waltz with your pretend brother.
And then... the curtain opens, like scarlet water rippling through the air. You see the white, circle lights- which are part of the party set- as the curtains frame them. Dancers in a circle do a choreographed dance. The picture is a perfect image of the stage, the arts, a musical.
You stand. You stand there acting like you are amazed at your pretend house being decorated for a pretend party. And you are amazed. You go off the stage and frantically change from one costume to the next... and then you act like you are escaping from Austria after doing fun dances and songs with friends you have made who share the same passion. And then it is over, all too soon.
I love your description of the curtains as "scarlet water rippling through the air."
ReplyDeleteSo when you say you got this from your journal, does that mean this is what you wrote for yourself, and not for an assignment? Because if so, then I am very impressed that you employed such creativity. I suspect the journals of most junior high girls go along the lines of: "Today I did this and that." Just a basic chronicle. Your entry, on the other hand, is poetic.
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