Almost a month had passed since the last time I had seen or heard from Anna. I was sure that at some point during that past four weeks, either her or another member of the Alliance had probably tried to contact me via computer. But the power had remained cut to my laptop since the day that Swan grilled me, so that wasn’t going to happen. Swan and Eckhart had also visited one other time since then, it was about a week ago, and they drew more blood yet again. Although, I did my best to lie low for a while; I remained on alert. Swan’s last visit seemed to go better than the previous one, but she still made me suspect that she had suspected something because there were more digging questions thrown my way. I had answered them as best I could, but I was still left feeling an increasing unease by the exchange. As I pondered these things, I was sitting on my bed watching a movie with Daisy when her ears …show more content…
“Yeah, more of an annoyance than anything else, but such is life,” she said, and then we both shared a laugh. “Come on, we got to hit the road, I want to get to De Soto a little early.” “Wisconsin?” I asked. “What’s the place this time?” “Just a pretty cool forested area,” answered Anna. “It gives off a renascence vibe when everything gets lit up by torches, I really like this spot,” she then said as she began climbing back out my bedroom window. “Oh, and you’ll have to drive my bike because this one handed riding I’ve been forced to do isn’t working all too well.” “Okay, that’s fine,” I agreed. It had taken us a little over an hour to get to De Soto, not bad time really. But, that was only after Anna had called me a grandma for driving so slow, and then I really held down the throttle. “Got us here in record time, and without a single deer mishap,” I teased upon arrival. “Beginners luck,” she responded
“Well, good- that’ll be less work for the both of us,” she grinned. Her heart was still beating fast, but at least it wasn’t pounding in her ears any longer.
“Yea, but you can call me Mimi.” She gave me a faint smile, trying to lighten the mood.
She kept the same pace and shrugged. “You don’t have to spend hours with a bunch of unruly toddlers. They may live among us, but trust me those bugs still behave like Rebels.”
“Yeah, I don’t mind. I don’t quite know where I’m heading next.” Raegan said in a calm tone.
“That’s RIDICULOUS!” Violet screamed across the table. “You cannot expect me to just sit in the car while you guys do all the fun stuff!”
“Whatever.” She dismissed me. “Just hurry up with whatever you’re working on so we can party!”
The audience watches in awe as the swan battles with herself, fighting death, with such elegance and poise as she flaps her wings and bourées, quick and tiny steps en pointe, across stage so quick and light that it feels as though she is gliding. The ballerina’s birdlike movements paired with Tchaikovsky’s masterpiece in Swan Lake is easily one of the most famous ballets created but was it always that way? In fact, when first performed Swan Lake was unsuccessful and called “uninspiring and unoriginal” (Thought.co). This came as a shock to me; how could such a highly regarded classical masterpiece today be called uninspired? The ballet has come very far in its lifetime. It was
“It’s not like I even like it here” I mumble under my breath answering her previous question.
We arent going to have issues are we? I'd hate to bring you to your new home all beat up, and pissy!" He hissed, his accent more apparent now."Sabine?" "Gerealdine!" My heart pumping, i reached out and felt around the hard seats. her soft hands barely touching mine."Shhh I'm going to get us out of here" Her words reassuring with every syllable. We could feel the road twisting and turning and it felt like we were on a rollercoaster with all the declinations. I could tell we were far off some where in the country, a long way from home. Home was flat. and loud. never dark with all he street lights. with our parents out on bussiness for at least two weeks out of the month,it left us open to explore he city with little to no limitations.
“Duh! Haven’t you heard what we’re doing today?” I sighed, looking at the clock on my
“Good. Now I’m sorry for yelling at you but I just need to focus on driving someti—.”
"Nope," Dylan said, laughing at the irony of our date turning into this whole mess. "But that's okay,"
Martha Graham once said, “Dance is the hidden language of the soul.” The concept that dance moves us, evokes emotions in us and can resonates with us, is undeniably apparent in Swan Lake; a timeless classic that tells a tragic love story that has lasted throughout the decades. Furthermore, the production of Swan Lake took risks and tested society in what is acceptable by raising issues such as feminism, religion and breaking free from conformity. Thus, the traditional version – performed in 1994 by the Australian Ballet, featuring Miranda Coney and Greg Horsman – and the non-traditional interpretation – choreographed in 1995 by Matthew Bourne – exemplify the beauty of Swan Lake through the manipulation of non-movement and movement components that resonate with the audience.
A strong, pounding knock at the door brought me out of my thoughts of snowy mountain caps and back to my hellacious present. I heard Carter’s voice muffled on the other side, “Mia! I can explain” he repeated over and over, getting louder each
“But I just got home.” I said, hoping it would fly and she wouldn’t nag.