A room full of people
Of bending limbs and bodies
Standing together
Watching
Waiting.
The harsh strum of dissonance
In the sound of violins and cellos
Floats through the air
And their feet begin to move.
There are no limits
To the graceful movements of their arms
As they reach up toward the sky
Pushing against the thick air in the room
The hot, sticky air
Moist and ringing with the dissonance,
The movements of their legs and their pointed feet
As they spin and twirl and leap
Blurry figures reflected in the mirrors that line the walls.
They move together
Following the woman in the front
Who leads the group.
Her movements are terse and strict
And her arms move precisely
Like branches of a tree blowing in the wind
But never bending.
She turns to her right
And a new leader takes control,
This one's movements more fluid
More like water
Like the current of a river running slowly and smoothly
Carrying leaves down with it
As it makes its way through a quiet forest.
The third leader is bold;
He follows the dissonance in the music
Moving strangely
Twisting
Turning
Making haunting shapes with his body
And the energy shifts in the room
The lights almost dimmer than before.
The music softens
Dissonance resolving
And the final leader begins.
She moves swiftly
But on gentle feet
Stepping on her toes so as not to wake the dissonance again,
And she moves her arms
As if she were shaping the night sky
Hanging stars across the room
And breathing life into the eeriness
That came before.
She lifts her leg and brings it to her face,
Closing her eyes
She lowers it again
And stands before the mirror.
The music stops.
About the Creator
Jillian Schupbach
Theatre and English major at Michigan State University. I love writing and am excited to starting doing so more publicly. I hope you enjoy reading what I have to say.
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