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PostPosted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 8:49 am    Post subject: The Pharaoh's Daughter (Ballet) Reply with quote

Cast

Princess Aspicia - Eeva Cohen

Lord Wilson/Ta-Hor - James Willis

John Bull/Passifont
- Darren Shaw

King of the Nile
- Anthony De Luca

The Pharaoh
- Christian Benoit

The King of Nubia - Michael Blanchard

The Five Rivers
- Anya De Luca, Merethyl Benoit, Josette
Wheeler, Pearl Fand, and Serena Smythe
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 8:51 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Story

The story tells of the adventures of the English Lord Wilson and his servant, who seek shelter from a storm in an Ancient Egyptian tomb. They smoke opium and in their dreams are taken back to the times of the characters buried there: Lord Wilson meets the Pharaoh's daughter Aspicia during a lion hunt, helps her to escape from the invidious attentions of the King of Nubia, and undergoes various adventures with her in the Egyptian countryside (including a visit to the watery underworld of the King of the Nile where all the great rivers of the world are represented in national dance). He is eventually saved from sacrifice and united with her in marriage, before waking to the cold light of reality.

Prologue

In an oasis of the Egyptian desert, Lord Wilson and his manservant John Bull, who have joined a caravan of Armenian merchants, are forced by a sandstorm to take refuge with the others in a pyramid. The guardian of the monument shows Lord Wilson the mummy of the Pharaoh's favorite daughter. Under the influence of opium given to them by the merchants, Wilson and Bull fall into an hallucinatory dream. The young Aspicia, rising from her sarcophagus, calls her retinue back to life. Placing her hand on the young Lord's heart, she vanishes in a cloud.

Act 1


Wilson and Bull, reincarnated under the influence of the drug into the ancient Egyptians Ta-Hor and Passifont, save Aspicia from the jaws of a lion. Ta-Hor, refusing any reward, declares his love for her. Aspicia is already promised in marriage to the King of Nubia, but prefers to flee with Ta-Hor, thus arousing her father's anger. The disappointed suitor sets off in pursuit of them.

Act 2

Aspicia is discovered hiding in a fisherman's hut by the Nubian King. She proves insensitive to both his protestations of love and his threats, and throws herself into the Nile to escape him. She sinks down to the underwater realm where the Ruler of the Waters gives a feast in her honor, involving five of the world's most important rivers. The King of the Nile eventually allows Aspicia to return to the world, and she rises to the surface in a shell.

Act 3


Ta-Hor, taken captive, is sent before Pharaoh, who decrees that unless he brings back Aspicia he will die by a serpent's bite. The Princess reappears, accuses the King of Nubia, and by threatening to allow herself to be bitten by the snake, secures Ta-Hor's freedom. Consent for their marriage is now won, and Aspicia and Ta-Hor rise to Osiris's heaven in apotheosis.

Epilogue


The stage darkens, and we are back in the interior of the pyramid. Wilson, Bull and the merchants wake from their drug-induced sleep, and the mummies and statues are once more inanimate.

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PostPosted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 9:03 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Egypt? Pharaohs? It would be a lie to say Eeva hadn't been psyched for this role. After all, she had spent quite some time in her past in Cairo. She made sure to put her full focus into the role and even forced her sisters to sit through not one, not two, not three, but all four of the Mummy films in celebration.
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PostPosted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 9:36 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

~~The poniard of a dagger sank into the cork flesh of the bulletin, flickering torchlight illuminating the bisque tint of the vellum which hovered over the playbill like a decrepit awning~~

For reasons that should be obvious, I do plan on attending. I've always found this particular mummery to have charm.....even if the accuracy of my land can be generously described as "imaginative". I have always found the plot to resonate with experiences I have had with inquisitive Englishwomen--without the cartoonish transformation into a worthless peasant, of course--that followed their intellectual and romantic curiosity into my possession. Of course, they never woke up from a reverie into reality. Slavery WAS their new reality. But I digress.

I do hope the serpent is realistic; it would be instructive for the alleged ladies that I will bring to see one end that disobedience or jealousy may bring them too. I do not lack for such serpents.

But that's really a private matter. The point is that I shall attend, and I shall spend gold. Mayhaps we can discuss a private performance for the audience at my wedding to the mesmerizing Lady Tara.

~Anubis Karos

P.S: For historical accuracy, you would do well to have the servants roll around in manure for forty-five minutes.
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PostPosted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 12:11 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Mataya's eyes narrowed as she read the announcement of Anubis Karos' attendance to the theater for the ballet. Her brother didn't know about this particular man; he had not been in Rhy'Din long enough to remember when Anubis had been a familiar face. But she did.

For one night - that one particular night - security was tripled on the Shanachie Theater. No one went anywhere alone, be they cast, crew, or front-of-house. Everyone was escorted safely to their homes after the performance.

Not that she didn't trust Karos, oh no. She trusted him to do whatever took his fancy. That was not happening in her theater, or to her people.
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"So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness dancing."

~T.S. Elliot

The Hedonist sat cloistered away in the lower bar of the Shanachie Theater; the lone, raw boned figure sitting with a gentlemanly cross of legs at a small table for two just off the thoroughfare which led to the auditorium. The opposite chair remained empty as the man had sought solitary entertainment for the night amongst performers and strangers. Such conviviality was best enjoyed alone sans the constricting restraint of companionship. The Hedonist found it far easier to sow and reap with esurient glee when not weighed down by the expectations, judgments and myopic limitations of transient and evanescent intimates.

One might even be forgiven for assuming such a prolonged absence had transitioned into a permanent departure yet the devil's hands were never truly idle were they? Needed in many parts, his flock was ever growing and needed proper tending if they were to thrive and multiply. A sardonic glance towards the ceiling as the Hedonist was forever keeping score and though one might remain sequestered...for now...there were many others crying out for his salvation.

There was a certain energy to opening night...a frenetic siren's call to one of his nature...that proved as irresistible as the productions themselves. Emotions and, consequently, passions ran close to the surface with such performances...the music and dancers a poultice helping to bring repressed desires and sentiment to the surface. He would begin where they ended and ply libertine strings with profligate fingers until a proper harmony of temptation and desire fused inexorably with wanton need. And then, with such wicked notes still echoing, he would drift away in search of new compositions and notes to play...his tune forever on the tip of the tongue yet never recalled with any precision. Such things were in his nature and like the other name he went by, the Scorpion was compelled to fulfill it.

The golden green smear of leonine eyes prowled over the rim of his glass, chosen drink nearly finished as the appointed hour neared, to those assembled alongside him in the bar as well as the souls who moved beyond the etched glass windows in the theater's foyer. There was something else in the air tonight. Something beyond the excitement of artistic anticipation. He felt it along the skin as it seeped through the ruthlessly tailored threads of his chosen suit and soaked that portentous energy through the pores to absorb its very essence.

"My my..." The Hedonist murmured to himself, glass paused in its tilt for a scant moment before its contents were drained. "Just what is behind such tumult I wonder." The purr of prurient prose revealing the enticing timbre of his voice. There was a presence, a presence which seemed to toe the line of oppressive whilst simultaneously remaining unobtrusive in the form of security. The Hedonist had enjoyed performances at the theater before and had never felt the press of such an aegis. Intrigued, the man stood and gave a single twist to the iron banded ring on a finger before claiming the silver headed cane and joined the building flow of humanity as they filed towards their crimson seats.

Snippets of conversation were sifted through as he found his seat, panned for any gold hidden amongst the mundane though none gave clue to the shift in energy about the place nor did they offer temptation to the tempter. A mystery left unsolved...a Gordian Knot to unravel as he gave a glance of chartreuse colored eyes about the buzzing throng of the audience. Nothing. It was the dimming of the house lights and the first plucks and puffs of instruments which finally drew and kept his attention upon the stage.

An amused grin formed as the prologue opened to find Lord Wilson and his manservant beguiled with opium whilst taking shelter within a pagan monument. The Hedonist had an affinity for such tales...ancient cultures with foreign faiths slowly ground to the same sand which swept across their civilizations. He settled in, primary focus on the beginning of Act I though fingers continued to read the invisible web within the room...precise touches in search of any tremors which might spike his curiosity or interest.

Quality dance and music were expected at the Shanachie Theater and as the Numidian King gave chase to close Act I those involved failed to disappoint yet again. Forbidden love was a livener to his senses for the Hedonist removed the shackles of the forbidden, made available all the debauched desires a conventional and restrained society sought to silence, and so he sympathized with Ta-Hor and Aspicia, easily done thanks to the performance of both dancers. His attentions roused and focused as Aspicia threw herself into the ancient river of crocodile and hippopotamus, the convergence of the great rivers in the Underworld joining the music to pull his attentions to the stage.

It was a nubile little naiad that danced one of the Rivers which captivated the Hedonist. The Scorpion had been tracking the trajectory of his little star's career as it was on the rise. He'd seen her first as the temple dancer Nikiya in La Bayadere at the suggestion of the illusionist La Roque, enjoyed her as a pretty little French doll in Coppelia, and had been captivated by her deliciously dark swan, Odile, in Swan Lake and now as a vision of Conrad's dark river given life. He found it arresting...the contrast in the girl's light and the river she embodied. Not unlike the waters themselves, the dancer revealed great and secretive depths which beckoned in her own language of dance yet it was one his marrow translated into his stygian dialect. It was the raw natural power that transfixed the eye...the untamed energy which venerated nothing but itself while simultaneously giving guise to the civilized word above. He felt the connection of the performance, felt it touch the very heart of his inner darkness. Enthralled, he could feel the deep currents threatening to carry others away as well...felt it call to the crepuscule within all men and women no matter the masks they wore to brand themselves as virtuous, principled and righteous, and invite them to step beyond.

As the ballet came to its conclusion the Hedonist felt as if lifting from a dream world himself. He stood with the audience and lent the sound of his own applause to the rising celebration of a performance well done and equally well earned. Leonine eyes stalked the stage...aware he had other games to play beyond the walls of the theater...yet they failed to land upon intended quarry. No stranger to temptation, the Hedonist felt the incessant pull within to relent and tarry yet he was needed in fallow fields...the prospect, thankfully so, as equally enjoyable as the ballet.
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 11, 2018 10:59 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

As she did before every performance, Pearl took a few moments to reflect. Be one with the waters, child, and your body will flow like them. She was used to coping with disembodied voices. This one, at least, was soothing and familiar; Terpsichore. Being a descendant of at least one Greek god had a few perks. Having the Muses as aunts was just one of them. Pearl wasn't seeking fame or fortune with that connection, but freedom. Her mind had been wildly active since early childhood. Dancing gave her the power and strength to quiet her mind.

"Curtain in five!" came a voice from the hallway.

Last minute checks of costume, shoes, and hair were done before she made her way out to the stage.
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