London, ENB studios


It was already late in the afternoon, the sun was cloaked by heavy clouds. The grey color flooding with profusion. Pale abundance and ampleness flowing trough the London sky. The rain was probably going to fall soon enough. Draining these majestic clouds. A few drops had already splashed against the studios windows. The wind was rising, the golden leafs, flying over the concrete. Their own ballet of nature's elements. Dancing through the wind, twirling equal to Amber on her toes.

Amber didn't notice it, she was dancing, repeating one last time with Niall. The heat. The sweat drops rolling down their bodies. His hand firm on her hip, as she jumps into a skillful arabesque. She enraptured him. She seemed to be fluid and graceful as water but also strong and hard as a roc. The fusion was beautiful, a creature fallen from heaven. Torn with sadness, relieving her pain through ballet. Her Odile was manipulative, sly, dark, perfection in her role. As yesterday, he yearned for her. Craved for her body and soul. It wasn't love, he didn't know her, only a shadow. He was delusional because of her dancing skills, her obnoxious looks, her superior glance. The simple gestures she had, who could describe worlds in ballet. The heartbroken light in her deep blue eyes. But Harry took her away, also taken aback by her presence... He wished he could win her back.

Ambers thoughts tried to avoid the sharp pain in her foot. It was growing in her ankle, spreading around her tendons. She didn't have enough sleep tonight. " I am such an idiot", she thought to herself. She needed a break or she wouldn't be able to perform at her best tonight. She would be sloppy as Leroy said earlier. Damn you Harry Styles. What did you do to me? You're such a pox a ridden wench! As soon as she thought that, her foot slipped and Niall barely managed to catch her. Her ankle hurt quit a lot, but not enough to be an injury.

"-Amber, what the hell is wrong today?!", Leroy screamed in the middle of the "pas de deux" (when two people dance together), "If you are tormented by something either leave outside this room or use it in your dancing, and I don't want that abnormal frown on your pretty face!"

He was right, she didn't even need to answer. Her facial expression was obviously terrible. How could she allow herself to ruin this beautiful ballet. These steps choreographed for the sake of beauty and feelings. How dare she tramped on it, used her personal issues as an excuse. As a ballerina you live to dance, nothing else matters. Even the pain drenching your muscles, the sore arms, are forgotten after the ecstasy of passion. She quickly looked at her ankle, thank god it wasn't swollen. This thought made her continue the rehearsal.

She went back on the points, her iciness trying to spread through her pores again. She had to feel the feathers, the anger, the malice, the black turmoil surrounding her. The jealousy, her lust. Then she realized, the bedlam and rush of feelings she felt for Harry, she could use them during her performance. An edge which would make her Odile unforgettable. She was yearning for Harry, but she hated him to the core. He was pleasing her more than any other man but he disgusted her. She could lose herself in his green eyes but also punch him at that same spot. Those conflicted emotions created a dark, discorded Odile.

She was new, she had to lake an impression to stay at the top. She remembered how Odile was in the original ballet. What defined her, made her be Odile. Odile was desirable, fearful, enrapturing... broken. Twisted, used but manipulative. Surviving with a monster, glaring at her fine body features night and day for centuries. She lived in the dark end of the white swan's lake, in muddy waters hiding her black, hated feathers. Rejected, inviting herself at the Prince's palace. Glances, looks, stolen. The Prince is torn between the black turmoil and white pure beauty. She smiled thinking of Niall's realistic performance. He seemed torn...

Amber breathed in, acknowledging everything she knew about herself in this black costume. And started her choreography, exceeding everybody's expectations.

"- Yes, oh yes!! This is exactly what I want Amber! It's even better then what you used to do!! Bravo!!", exclaimed himself, glee and joy all over his face. His smile wide and bright. Amber blushed a little and a small grin kept on her face as well.

"- Wow, how the hell did you manage to do that?", Eleanor asked astonished but excited. Niall on the other hand seemed to have something in his mind.

"- You'll explain later Amber, we really need to leave for the Opera now!", Leroy interrupted.

Notes

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cute blossoming love Ambriall

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