Victor

Victor

A Story by Hidden Light
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A first person veiw

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When I looked out into the crowd of unfamiliar faces, right away I felt the disturbing sinking churn at the bottom of my gut. I’ve always performed in front of crowd, but never before in a stadium filled with over five-hundred people. Whenever I think about how performing with others in a synchronized flurry of movements I’d start to fell out of placed.

“Alright Victor one minute till show time, better finish getting ready.” Seeing Jewel standing there, it was the first time she actually looked the least bit feminine at all. This was the first time she had earned her name jewel. Her auburn eyes were a blaze in the lights of the stage .Her skin the crisp golden brown of wheat.

“Victor come on, focus.” I murmured to myself, “This is no time for you to lose your concentration.” I looked around towards my fellow performers, all of whom were rushing to their places.

“Alright everybody this is it fifteen seconds till show time” Deep down I was excited and scared all at the same time. So I did what I normally would before a performance I counted down. Five…Four…Three…Two…One…a light, bright enough to be the sun threw itself into my eyes. Inducing a moment of blindness while my eyes adjusted .All the feeling I had before vanished and was quickly replaced with overwhelming pride. Soon I was on the stage weaving myself through the other dancers with acrobatics that would put a monkey to shame.  When all the other dancers stopped I continued to twist and soar. Not hesitating to show my skill I’d add a couple of original moves to the dance. To the audience it’d look like perfectly rehearsed steps and finally I’d slow and end the ultimate battle between me and gravity .the other dancers joining me with the aggressive movements of joy till finally silence. Everyone including myself was still till the lights dimmed and the curtains closed. By then the audience was in an uproar all their howls and woots echoing in the halls we walked. Now the only feeling I had then was deep and total satisfaction.

© 2010 Hidden Light


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Added on February 11, 2010
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Hidden Light
Hidden Light

Littleton, CO



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I like to listen to storys and after a while i wished to make my own.Most of my writing had started as vent from reality now though i use writeing as a door to myself. This helps a lot when i'm angry .. more..

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