Shrouded in anticipated darkness, the air alive with
fluttering heatbeats and excited mumblings - the orchestra tune up. A perculiar
melee of sounds: lilting flutes and the mournful cello, tinkling pianos and the
crashing of drums. Children in rags and fine pinafores scuttle through the
wings as an exasperated choreographer, voice stripped to a hoarse whisper,
barks: "Places everyone!"
Dusty light illuminates a dormant stage. Magnificent gowns and ridiculous
frocks whoosh and swirl, a blur of colour bouncing to the limelight. The eyes
of hundreds sparkle in the stage light as the lilting flutes and crashing drums
erupt in a crescendo - musical excitement fills the air. Thrust onto the stage,
pounding hearts prepared to leap at any moment, the dance begins. Voices merge
and float as one, reciting words for months rehersed. Each step calculated -
each move pre-concieved.
Adrenaline conquering logic and fear, energy pumps through the dusky theatre
air as we waltz across the stage. Orphans cry, lovers swoon, villains thieve,
as the merry dance and sing the story we have long waited to tell. Until the
final bow we wildly follow the music - lost in the tale, outside world long
forgotten. Even as the curtains close, though the story may be over, the memory
remains.