[PRP] Center Stage (Odette x Vitula)

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An old theatre, A new face, and a familiar scene

 

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A huge worn out velvet covered door stood in his path. He placed both of his tiny arms up against the door and began to push with all his strength. There seemed to be something laying on the other side. Pushing harder he could feel what ever was on the other side beginning to move. A loud clashing noise was made, a stack of rubble was piled up against the door. Most likely to keep people out, this didnt matter to Vitula at all. He climbed over the rubble and started making his way to the abandon stage that sat unused in front of him. The echoing of his steps bounced around the room, with each step his heart began to pump. Should he really be doing this? What if he gets caught? Parrot Pop is out front and was told to scream if it looked like anyone was going to come in.

He grabbed on to the loose hand rail that lead from the ground level up on to the stage. He had seen this place numerous times, but never dared to do what he was doing now. He walked to the center of the stage and took his four stringed wooden sound amplifier of his back. Lightly placing the case down and opening it up. He picked up the instrument and the tool used to make the sound amplify from it. Troll Mozart was always what he played to warm up, however tonight he would start with Troll Bach. He began playing, letting his fingers dance and the instrument do all the talking. He closed his eyes and began to visualize trolls flooding in to hear him play. High bloods from all around in shock and awe that someone of Vitula's blood color could play so well. They would show him respect by waiting to the end to clap. He let this dream play out in his head, until he played a wrong note. His focus shifted to that one mistake, he began to slow down. Now he was off tempo, now the audience trolls silence was broken with whispers of him. He began to sweat from his palms, the sound from the instrument screeched. The illusion broken, all he could imagine now is laughter. Trolls pointing left and right. His eyes shot open and with that his tool to create the sound from the instrument dropped.

"Oh no" he whispered looking down at the tool. His eyes beginning to well up from what was once a dream, but now a nightmare.  

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Odette could not believe what she was witnessing. A small yellowblood had broken onto the stage and started to perform, and clearly he was not a part of the intended orchestra. Her face softened from panic to awe as the little troll performed, but slowly it became clear that the yellowblood was falling out of tune, and losing his way.

Eventually, the audience erupted in noise and laughter, jeering at the young child. Hands balled into fists, Odette stood from her balcony seat, an obvious figure standing tall, where all the crowd could see her despite the dimmed lights. She shot a look down on the crowd, a silent look of judgement, then turned her attention back at the boy on the stage.

A whirlwind drew her up from her place in the crowd and daintily placed her beside Vitula. If the yellowblood still believed himself to be dreaming, the sight of Odette, floating in air, surely would aid that thought. Gingerly, she stepped toward him and picked up his instrument, offering it back to him. With a soft look, she nodded, urging him to play again.

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Wiping away the water that had pooled up in his eye sockets, Vitula's gaze drifted from the floor where his instrument had been laying to where now it seemed to be a troll floating in the air. He watched as the much taller, and older looking troll gracefully landed and picked up his instrument. Her soft and gentle presence calmed him, as she urged him to play again.

Picking it up from her hands, he could only see her now. Everyone else seemed so far away, it was just him and her. Looking back down at his feet one more time he gulped. Taking a big breath of air and then letting it out as a sigh, he let his shoulders relax and his back straighten. He brought his eyes to the female troll who he couldn't figure out if she was real or not.

"Troll Mozarts Four stringed wooden sound box, Number five in A." He said, bring his bow to the strings.

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Odette could not have been more delighted that the yellowblood had the courage to start playing again. At his cue, she took her mark to start dancing along. It was an old routine, one that was embedded in her bones from the countless nights she spent busking for beetles on the street corner.

Still, it was felt familiarly sad. The graceful slow arcs only reminded her of the lonely past. Swanmom must have taught her this dance, as she taught Odette most of them. She would be proud if she saw her now, wouldn't she? Odette could only dream.

Her eyes stayed mostly shut for her dances, but she did open them a handful of times to check on the little lowblood prodigy. He had some excellent talent, Odette realized. All he needed was a little bit of a boost.

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