alicia webb ❦ nina sayers (mysweetgirl) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-01-24 16:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | alicia webb, julian kingsley |
Who: Alicia Webb and Julian Kingsley
What: Surprises and... more surprises! Of the unpleasant sort...
Where: The SF Ballet studio.
When: Early afternoon, January 24th, 2011.
Warnings: Language, drugs, violence, etc. Consider this a hard R.
"It's up!"
Alicia heard the words, but they didn't register until long after the other girls had run past her, light of foot and eager. Her routine was too absorbing, her stretches all too necessary. Whatever they were running toward wasn't worth an injury. But... oh. It. The list. The parts for Coppélia. That was today. She'd forgotten.
She straightened up and, with a short and frightened glance at the studio mirrors (strange, she had no reflection today), she made her way out the doors. Slowly, quietly, curiously, she tiptoed down the hall until she turned a corner, and then – well, everybody was there, all the dancers in the company, and they were all... staring. Not at the bulletin board, but at her. She stared back, though her eyes widened out of confusion rather than – what was that, surprise? Horror? A mixture of both? She couldn't tell, but it was deeply unsettling, and before she knew what she was doing, she was pushing past her fellow dancers to get a look at the list.
Dr. Coppelius... Franz – ugh, Julian, of course... Margot is Swanhilde, oh, she'll be beautiful... and Coppélia...
Alicia paled. Her name. That was her name. She wasn't even a principal dancer. She'd tried out on a whim. Why was that her name?
"Are you Alicia?" came a scathing voice behind her. She turned and stared, but didn't answer. It was Ellen, another one of the soloists. "How in the world did you get that part? Who did you fu–"
"Excuse me." Alicia's voice was barely more than a whisper, and once again she pushed past the crowd, desperate to reach the bathroom before she threw up all over the hallways. She just barely made it. This was a disaster. A mistake. They were playing a joke on her. No, he was playing a joke on her. It had to be him. He thought he was so funny....