❝her dance
was watched by
the heavens
but it was only
ever meant
for the moon❞
- Himanshu Goel
When Henley Hall's popular and passionate ballerina, Madeline Noyer, dances her way into the life of Welton Academy's in-secret aspiring actor, Neil Perry...
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"I can't believe I'm really never gonna see this boy again," Nancy huffed, slumping farther into the ground.
It was in the middle of the afternoon while the three girls sat and laid across a blanket on the courtyard of their school campus. It would have been chilly if it weren't for the sun shining upon them on this weekend that was now theirs.
Nancy laid across her stomach, her head buried so far into the blanket that she was practically a seed of the Earth despite just throwing down the scarf she was just knitting. Anais sat crossed beside her, resting back on her hands to engulf further into the sun, mumbling how she wished she could have a cigarette or two. Madeline stood on the grass, walking around slowly as she flipped pages of a book here and there.
Anais turned to look at Nancy just above her dark sunglasses, "Nance, please for the love of God please stop talking about Knox," she groaned.
Nancy frowned, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Boys like that are just so hard to find..."
Anais looked up at Madeline, hovering her hand over her eyes to see her as the sun glared right into her pupils, "Madeline tell her."
The girl spoke as she looked at her book, still walking back and forth slowing, "I'm sorry Nance, but Todd told me they don't even talk so he really wouldn't know."
Anais nodded over and over, "You have better things to worry about," she noted, "Like how we have auditions tomorrow and we have to share the auditorium with drama," she groaned..
Madeline shook her head, "They're just back to back."
Anais shrugged before shaking her head, "Yeah, alright - the only thing that matters is is that we get you the lead role," she clicked her tongue, "This is your favorite ballet."
"Girls, it's fine, please-"
Anais shook her head, "C'mon Madeline, Nancy and I already had our time to shine just give it to yourself for once. We all know you're capable of it."
It was true. Anais and Nancy weren't dumb enough to not have figured out that their best friend purposely doesn't give it her all when she has auditioned in the past few years. How she was able to nail down their steps for them and teach it to them thereafter, she just didn't feel like she was perfect enough to actually have all those eyes on her.
Just the year before Nancy was Princess Aurora in Sleeping Beauty and the year before that, Anais was Giselle in Giselle. It actually made sense because in hindsight Madeline wouldn't have wanted to be the lead in any of those ballets.
Nancy who wasn't really listening finally spoke muffled into the blanket, "Madeline please tell me you've have some love poem in that book of yours..." she moaned.
Madeline stopped glancing down at the girl, "It's in Russian, Nance..."
Anais clapped her hands together, "Perfect! The Russians loved their love poems! Translate one..."
