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Chapter 5 I go to a dance school called "Levlon High" I know you might be thinking high school. That's what I thought when I first joined.
Going out tonight,. I'm going to see a show,. Lets hope it's full of laughter,. And lets hope it doesn't blow,. A stand up comedian,. Is coming to town,. Laughter is the best medicine,.
#ckrock The urge to rock bubbling through my veins, Hold on tight, I'm gonna stretch your reins. The night is mine, on that you can bet, Dance in the rain, get bad, get good and get wet.
Cue the drum beats. Call my name. Turn the spotlight. On my game. Watch me dancing. Hold your breath. Horses singing. Sudden death. Ribboned fingers. Palest skin. Hair up too tight. Heartbeat: thin.
Firstly I would like to thank everyone for the likes and reposts in the last few hours ... Okay, more than last few hours but today and late hours of last night. Merci Beaucoup.
#acrostic challenge. [S]ing to me of ballet dancers pirouetting in the snow. [U]nbound by gravity, these beautiful creatures show. [N]uances in the choreography allowing themselves to flow.
Jaxonaque The Third picks up his storybook and fiddle and begins to tell this tale to a hushed audience in the Half Moon & Whistle; Once upon a time upon a wood a jayer bird upon a tree sung a tune,...
You thought it was done didn't you. Alyssa: aha. Found Nelson. Frankie: I actually really just want to hear him sing. Nelson: Nooo. Alyssa: You've got too.
[Bridge] I wake, I get up I serve, I sleep again No one cares how you handle the part in between.
~20th December~ I went to see the year ones triple bill and was sitting backstage or to the side of the stage for most of it.
The door closed with a creak and clicked shut behind me. I panicked, trying the doorknob, scanning for windows.
{accidentally deleted it earlier...} On the ice it's like I fly, On a freezing, glacial sky, With feet like wings I glide a loop, Every stroke, a languid swoop.
Through me it runs. It's a wonderful sensation. Beautiful. It gives me chills. It controls me. I feel my foot start to tap. From my heart. Outward it spreads. To my hands. My fingers start to tap.
*Well it's time to start the show Lost my mind and lost my soul* Last night's memory haunts me still The want, the won't, the wait, the will An alley place so dark and deep Holds the secret I will...
You'll never stop us. You'll never win. We will always sing. We will sing in the rain. Sing while causing pain. Sing when your ears are bleeding. Won't stop with your pleading.
At the centre of the room. She kneels on the ground. The music starts playing. And like a cobra she starts swaying. Moving a little upward with each sway. Her hands moving helping her to find her way.
A little wisp of little girl Glides across the stage. To take her place In No Mans Land.
(Like I always do, I'm putting in a well thought out intro. So, this little idea comes from my speech competition from this Saturday.
I become the lead role, the whole world is my stage. Sadly you can't skip over a scene like turning a page.
The show is over. I played my role. I am now sober. Not gonna be kicked like a ball. Behind the scenes crap. That's been going on for a while. It started out fab. And now there seems to be a gap.
Detached notes sprung from our hearts, Bright, Off-beat, Reeessssstttttt... And play. ...Hesitant, staccato, merry meeting... Tempo racing, high laughing pitch. Jolly C major.
Lights. Camera. Action,. Visual. Satisfaction,. Even in. Black and white,. Acting makes. The colour. Shine bright,. Atmospheric. Connections. Through the. Screen,. Brings the colours. Alive, makes.
I'm a struggling actress. With my boyfriend I rehearse. I'm auditioning for Bonanza The Musical. So I'm riding my boyfriend in reverse. He thinks I'm quite the cowgirl. Says I'm the best in the West.
Put on the dress, Pick out the mask. Keeping the act Is a hard task. Welcome to Facade, It's all a masquerade. Is this worth it all, The price that you have paid.