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Post by sarah on Mar 30, 2008 21:51:31 GMT -5
Theatre was Adélaide's life, as was it her passion. She felt almost as if she had to conceal her passion for the art because she wasn't considered the lead soprano, and always hated keeping it bottled up inside of her. However, now was her turn to shine, even if she was singing just to herself or the echoes of the auditorium. Someone would recognize her gift, even it was the silence. She knew of the talents of the other girls, and she simply didn't want to try and hog the limelight or make it seem as though she would do anything to capture the spotlight; if she was meant to be in that position, then in time, it would come to her. Walking down the stairs from her room in the Opera House, Adélaide slowly approached the stage, her hand lingering on the curtains that adorned the walls. It was eerily quiet, a different sort of sound even from the hour before rehearsals where Adélaide would be the only one present.
Actually, it was the complete lack of sound that sent a shiver down Adélaide's spine; there was a stillness to the air that unnerved the young woman and almost convinced her to leave the hallowed hall of music. Yet she couldn't bring herself to part from her current surroundings, despite their temporary state. Adélaide loved being in the theater entirely too much and wouldn't sacrifice that sentiment for the world. She knew, however, that a simple melody could warm up the place, and thus chose to sing to hopefully lighten the mood of the stage at that point in time. After all, that was her initial reason for being there anyways. A smile gracing her features, Adélaide opened her mouth wide and began to let the music envelop her, a romantic ballad from an Italian opera flowing from her lips. Her voice was sweet yet powerful, and her song echoed from the stage out into the sprawling rows in the audience. [/blockquote]
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