To awaken is to start a new challenge in life. To write is to dream of a place where only peace exists. To learn is to live with a burning intent. To design is to showcase the images swirling in your head. To read is to enter a new realm of beauty. To love is to open your heart and be brave. To say goodbye is to sacrifice your feelings in the name of love. To live is to believe in and honor yourself.
The mermaid comes up out of the sea just in time to see the setting sun. She knows he is out there, on a ship, and will return on a new day. The beautiful colors illuminate her mood, reassuring her she is never alone.
He took the glass and held it up to the light. The potion he had made had been concocted of sweat and tears. He knew it had to be authentic to work. Dropping a glass bead into the bottom of the beaker he started to swirl the liquid, mixing it slowly; stirred, never shaken. Exercising caution, the man put the beaker down on the stand.
At just that moment something caught his eye. As he was looking out his front door he saw a bright thing in the yard. It sparkled and danced in the sunlight. It was the crystal hanging around the neck of his muse, his love, his life. She danced while she walked, showing a sweetness that only someone as pure as she could display. He knew at that moment no potion would be needed. He had everything right in front of him.
Love can be felt in waves, expressed in waves, and even indulge in by the waves. So, this months WIP Challenge was actually pretty easy to decide on. Let’s write some scenes that celebrate the love of our characters in waves, by the waves, however you want them to have a wave-fully climax so to speak. For:https://didioviatt.wordpress.com/2020/02/02/feb-wip-challenge-waves-of-love/
Betsy knelt in the sand, feeling the grains pushing into her knees. Reaching down she scooped up a handful of the white powder and let it slowly slip out between her fingers. The warmth of sand felt good in her chilly palm. Slowly, leaning forward onto all fours, Betsy began to crawl toward the sound of the water lapping against the shore.
David watched Betsy as she explored the sand through her hands. Without sight, Betsy learned the world in a different way. She felt the world, it’s textures, it’s temperatures. David brought Betsy here because it had been years since they were able to come to the shore. After her accident leaving the house seemed to be more work for her than enjoyment. But now, she was stronger and was wanting to get back out and explore the world she once knew.
Betsy continued creeping along the sand. Stopping to touch a shell here or a stone there. She never complained about the sand digging into her soft knees. She just let the earth come to her, show her what it had to offer, present her with the world she once knew, but had to learn again.
…… The best agents in the business, but we are the best talent they have come across. We will show them that we do deserve this chance “
There was a huge applause from the audience and the stagehand gestured to them to let them know that they were next.
The sisters glided to the brightly lit stage, holding hands. At a cue, the music filled the air and Angela started the song. Her sweet voice, giving the perfect accompaniment to the melodious music cast a spell on the audience. Rachel joined her sister and the notes to beautiful song mesmerized the audience. Both of them felt joy rise in their hearts as the song ended and the hall echoed with enthusiastic applause.
They were sure that they would be the winners tonight and would secure the contract as well. But there was an unexpected turn of events ……..
The final act that followed was not what was expected as a young girl and her dog took to the stage. The sisters looked at each other in dismay. How could they compete with a cute puppy doing tricks on command and a child of ten stealing the audience’s hearts? They had practiced so long and so hard, but now with shoulders slumped in defeat, they turned to return to their dressing room, all hopes of a better future in tatters. Sitting in silence they waited for the stage manager to let them know their fate. There was a knock on their door and one of the runners poked his head round it. ‘You’d better come quick,’ he said. ‘The dog’s performed something it shouldn’t and been disqualified. They want to hear you again, but insist you sing this…………..’ He thrust a musical score in Angela’s hand and left the door ajar as he rushed back upstairs. Angela’s face was white as Rachel took the music from her trembling hand…… ‘I can’t sing this………………….’
“This is an aria and I don’t think I can hit the right key!” Rachel admitted.
Rachel and Angela were getting the second chance they had hoped for, Rachel didn’t want to screw it up for them.
Angela reached over and put her hand on Rachel’s. “Listen, you do your best and you’ll reach the right note. We can bring it down a key and work from that. We’ve done it before and the results have always worked out, right?”
“I don’t know. I mean if you think you can do it, then I guess it is worth a shot. I just don’t want to mess this up!”
Rachel and Angela walked again to the side of the curtain, waiting for their introduction. They knew they would be here once, but twice was terrifying. It all came down to this last piece. If anyone had heard their fear they would have laughed it off, knowing that these sisters had the most beautiful voices imaginable. They could harmonize without pause if a key was missed or a note sounded flat. They had been practicing for years and this was not going to be the show that stopped them.
They heard the audience clapping and knew they were on. They gave each other a smile and held hands waiting for the curtain to go up. Angela glanced over at Rachel, wanting one more look of affirmation but when she saw Rachel’s expression she knew there had to be something wrong. Suddenly, as the curtain went up, Rachel….
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There was quiet in the theater as the audience waited for the curtain to go up. Megan could tell by the hush of the audience that it would be any moment now. She knew she was ready but the anxiety still shook her from the inside out. The one thing she was sure of, she had developed the ability to improvise if anyone made an error. You can’t let them see you sweat!
Slowly, the curtain began to go up. Hands placed gently on her hips, toe pointed to perfection she stood, statuesque, waiting for the orchestra to begin playing, signaling the start of the performance. This was not the first performance, nor the last, but Megan wanted it to be perfect. With all of the time and effort she put in to her dancing it only seemed fair.
From behind her she could smell the sweet breath of her male partner, hands rested gently on her waist, ready to lift her after the orchestra began. Together, the pair were beautiful, natural, and worked in unison with ease. This was going to be a fantastic show!