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Katarina Smith
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PostPosted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 7:18 pm    Post subject: Ballon Reply with quote

Time.

Katarina had been reassured that her particular time was not being considered. Her time was not a deciding factor for the season to come.

She did not believe it.

The format for the year was different. Some would call it a contemporary shift, but all that Katarina could feel was time.

Soon, they would start showcasing her around. She would represent the troupe on an intergalactic level, giving masterclasses and making brief solo performances. She would always come back and play the Sugar Plum Fairy for the Nutcracker in Rhy'Din, but otherwise the troupe would do their performances without her while she toured. Then, requests for her presence would be less and less. Her last performance would probably be as "her role" in the Nutcracker, and then it would be over. Unless she found a way to create a niche for herself somewhere in the ballet community, she would need to find a way to start her life all over again without the pivot point that had dictated her life for so long.

She would be too old, and that would be that.

It was a depressed feeling that continued to follow over her head with the beginning of this new year and season. The dread was a quiet but persistent dripping that would pool and overwhelm with time. It followed her around as she watched members in the troupe who started at the bottom move their way to the top with practice and time. It followed her to the development meetings where ballets were not chosen solely to demonstrate her abilities. It was now the simple fact that the prime of her dancing age had past and it was all that she could do to cling to health and prevent injury. Soon, Locke would want to try and start a family. She couldn't help but feel the lid on the coffin to her career threaten to close with the time away from dancing that would take at her age. There was a high possibility that it would be a premature end.

Today however, was just any other day. The season's schedule was not yet printed in ink. Dancers were settling into motion after their winter break, with some advancements and new recruits. Katarina was still a principal dancer and she had yet to hear whispers of her age in the hallways. Her technique and skill were just as sharp as ever. Still, the persistent dripping of time did not pause.

It was very possible that the next production could be her last. She tried not to linger on the thought but it whispered across her mind at unexpected times during rehearsals. It made her anxious and determined, and mostly quiet. Her thoughts and worries were not vocalized. Instead she buried them as deep as she could, away from her friends that would look at her with pity and her partner that would look at with guilt. She was not going to give the troupe the opportunity to plan in anticipation of her absence. She was not going to let them age her out without a show of protest.

This next production was going to be as good as she could make it.
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Katarina Smith
Principal Ballerina
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:49 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Softly, the air left the large pockets of her accentuated cheeks and gently moved the baby-fine hairs that escaped her meticulous style after a long day of travel and crowded her face. When the action did little to clear her vision, she quietly huffed to herself and used her hands to swipe the hairs back and out of her face. The traveling the last few months had been a whirlwind of motion and she felt tired. Master classes, solo performances and general public relations work kept her busy. The sheer fact that there were other places out there - other little planets and moons - that knew her name and wanted her to come and interact with their community did great wonders to easing Katarina’s persistent and worried mind.

Now, she had returned to a quiet theatre. The troupe was neck deep in the next production, which due to all of her recent travels, when on without her. The opera was currently showing their own production, and backstage was cluttered, organized chaos.Taking advantage of the silence, she sat down in front of the row of stools that faced a long mirror with a sigh.

Each time she laced up her slippers, there was a small flutter of panic. It was one less dance she would have, and one dance closer to her very last. It was the not knowing that gnawed at the pit of her stomach when she was alone with her thoughts. It could be next year or three years or tomorrow. When when when. Glancing at the mirror in front of her, she slowly studied her face with judgment. It was a slow and calculated catalogue of each fine line and shadow. Time, she decided, could have been crueler to her features as far as her age was concerned. She tried to take care of her skin well and it showed. Still, having little body fat meant that her cheeks were perhaps a little gaunt and there was no fat to spare her cheeks to inflate her smile lines. She smiled at herself, the practiced smile that she had perfected in her early years as a dancer. The lines around her eyes were fanning out to the sides and deepening underneath. If she lowered the intensity of her smile, or smiled with her lips closed, it lessened the lines; and looked insincere. She could pass a little younger than she was, but not for those young girls that many leading roles required. Not without a lot of makeup that knew how to brighten all the right places and keeping people a fair distance away to keep the illusion. Lifting a hand up, she gently pulled back her skin near her temple and watched as her face tightened and suggested youth once more. She relaxed her fingers as her face returned to normal once more. She was being dramatic. By all other standards, she was still solidly in adulthood and was practically inhibited by nothing. She had a wonderful, loving marriage and a healthy social life. Still, knowing all of this didn’t quell the chronic and constant whispers in the back of her mind about getting older.

Today though, she could go home. She had one last short trip to take later in the autumn, but otherwise her year of public relations was almost over. She could do her annual Sugar Plum Fairy role in December. After that, Katarina and no idea was she would be involved in. A lot or a little, she would take any roles and hold them close to her chest. Letting out a slow breath, she studied her eyes. They were the same green eyes that had looked back at her all of her life. Those at least, were a feature that she knew would be the same.
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