Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 6, 2011 6:57:55 GMT -5
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For Fred dancing was like breathing, he needed it to live. He loved the way his mind went blank and nothing seemed impossible as he crossed the air, he got into his character and felt his dance as if it was his own history. When he was going through his routine he tried to picture himself in front of the crowd and tried to convey those feelings to them. You could say he gave his all. People used to tell him that he made ballet look easy, that his movements were done effortless, and it was somehow true. When he closed his eyes and went through the routine in his head before doing it, his mind disconnected and his body took control. He didn’t think what was next or how he had to move his hand, his body knew it. But there was a lot of effort behind that, endless hours of practice and building his strength to be able to lift the girl without effort. He did his best trying to bit his tongue so he wouldn’t ask Cosette about it.[/blockquote][/justify]
He nodded and smiled softly getting ready to catch her and watching her perfectly executed moves. Ballet reminded him of swans, elegant and smooth, beautiful and perfect. He doubted she saw herself in the same light he saw her, and he truly doubted she ever will. It seemed as if nothing was enough for her, Fred on the other hand knew there were limits, and at some point he had to stop. He caught her effortlesstly with his hands, closing his eyes knowing his body will do it for him. His mind somewhere else in a big stage in front of thousands of people thinking it was beautiful and emotive. Of course the routine they were practicing was for the academy, not for the Paris Opera. After he was done with his part he smoothly left her on the floor again so she could end the routine and smiled. “Perfect, this one doesn’t need another time, let’s move on to the next.” He said knowing they had little time ahead and quite a few more moves to practice.----
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