toxic fruit
07-05-2005, 11:10 PM
I'd like to start off by saying this will be my first phantom fic so bear with me (constructive criticism is VERY welcome).
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Christine pulled off her beaten up pointe shoes back stage. Soaked with sweat and spotted with blood, these were the torture chambers she was bound to in the opera house. People soon forget the pain and agonizing hard work that goes into the art the dancers form with their fluid movements. Sometimes Christine would wonder why she even stayed here. Maybe it was because she knew nowhere else to go. Maybe it was because her friends had become like family to her. Or maybe it was because when she was under those glaring lights, wearing those elaborate costumes, she was pulled into a new world apart from herself. She became her character and explored a new world each night on stage.
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(to be continued--> I know that was short but I want some feedback before I go on)
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Christine pulled off her beaten up pointe shoes back stage. Soaked with sweat and spotted with blood, these were the torture chambers she was bound to in the opera house. People soon forget the pain and agonizing hard work that goes into the art the dancers form with their fluid movements. Sometimes Christine would wonder why she even stayed here. Maybe it was because she knew nowhere else to go. Maybe it was because her friends had become like family to her. Or maybe it was because when she was under those glaring lights, wearing those elaborate costumes, she was pulled into a new world apart from herself. She became her character and explored a new world each night on stage.
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(to be continued--> I know that was short but I want some feedback before I go on)