'Powers' Series - Genn

Genn carefully placed the last flower in her hair, pinning it down gently with the hair clip. A smile lit her face as she placed her hand on her stomach, butterflies. It was the night of the big recital, the one she had been preparing for all year. She took a breath, taking in every detail of the moment.

Her wavy blond hair was up in a tight bun, with a few loose curls framing her cheeks, flowers and glitter adorned her hair, her hazel-green eyes were shining. She was dressed and ready for her solo, her small pink tutu flowing around her waist. Her piece was not for another ten minutes, but her excitement had gotten the better of her.

A solo.

Since she was seven, Genn had dreamed of nothing but becoming a ballerina. For years she studied under Madame Miel's care, giving it her all in hopes of earning the solo-role in Madame's annual ballet recital.

Now, finally, she had grown enough in strength, body, and skill to earn the role. This was her night.

As the sound of an audience applauding reached her ears, she knew the previous dancers had finished their piece. The curtain would fall, there would be a few quick changes in scenery and props, and then it would be her turn.

Genn takes another breath, her smile growing, before turning to face where she would make her entrance from Stage Left.

Madame was standing by the curtain, out of sight of the audience, waving her over.
Wings fluttered in her stomach as Genn walked over, her steps not making a sound on the floor. Madame Miel rests a hand on Genn's shoulder, and plants a soft kiss on her cheek-- her traditional way of wishing each performer good luck.

Genn walks to Center Stage and takes her stance. The curtain rises and the music is cued.
Moving with a grace surely no one suspected she had, Genn went through the movements with the ease she would have writing her name. She knew every beat, every note, every pose, and every jump. She had prepared for this moment her whole life.

When she heard a gasp from the audience she believed it was from the precision of her landing, the movement of her arms; she continued to dance.

But there were more, and voices dripping with concern were growing out from the darkness of the aundience. She heard Madame call her name, there was fear in her voice.

The music stopped, and so did Genn. The lights were flipped on, revealing close to 400 people staring at her, terrified.

What was wrong? She had done everything as taught. She turns to see Madame walking toward her cautiously.
"Genn?...Genn?"
"What is it?" She asked. "What did I do wr--" but she could not finish her sentence. She had looked passed Madame to the mirror that was resting against the wall Backstage.
A gasp escapes Genn's lips as she tried hard not to faint.

Inside that mirror: she saw her beautiful tutu, the shining white flowers, and her pink slippers...
but Genn, herself, was not in the reflection.



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This is another character I'm working on. She will be a part of a fantasy story I am trying to develop where teenagers discover themselves to have unusual powers with no apparent cause. This is my idea so far as to how Genn discovers her power-- invisibility.
While I would like feedback on this I have to explain that this excerpt does need some work. I am not familiar with ballet and so do not know the appropriate terms. I plan to research this and learn more-- so as to properly write this character and this scene-- during the summer when I have more time.