Post by Collette Applemoore on Apr 30, 2008 1:58:39 GMT -5
Collette stamped her foot impatiently and glared at herself in the reflection of the water in her basin. She was the star of the show. Why would she want anyone else to take her place? She sighed sharply and threw her small towel into the basin, making the water slosh out onto the floor. She turned, tears flooding her eyes, and walked over to her unmade bed. She sat down, and picked up the picture of her parents. She was had been born for this life - why was she letting someone else share the glory of it? It was in her blood.
Collette quickly wiped the tears away and smiled at the picture of her parents. She would still have her glory. It would just be with two other people. She had developed a new routine called "The Triettes" where three females would sing harmonic songs on stage. It was a new fad in NY right now, and Collette wanted to try it out. Hopefully, it would grab the attention of more well to do people.
Walking down the stairs silently, Collette gingerly pushed open the sliding wooden panel that served as her door. It was what appeared to be a slab of wall that opened into what could have been a storage area - but in reality, it led to a staircase that led to a whole apartment upstairs. Collette walked through the doorway, and into the lobby of the Nightingale.
The large, horseshoe sized desk the wrapped its way around the circular room seemed to draw her in with its mahogany scent. The candles, strategically placed around the lush, red carpeted room, flickered brightly, and invitingly. It was like walking into a palace, or an enchanted room. Collette glanced at the portraits of her parents on the wall, followed by a portrait of herself and a few of the other actors and singers who were steady. Collette sighed and made her way into the grand theater. She walked down to the music pit and picked up a Violin from one of the stands.
She had been taught how to play every instrument in an orchestra, and could sing beautifully as well. She had been well trained. The sweet soft notes of the Violin would always be her favorite though. It reminded her of her mother, who would play Brahms Lullaby's to her on violin before she would go to sleep. Collette became so wrapped up in her music, that she didn't even notice when someone came in...
Collette quickly wiped the tears away and smiled at the picture of her parents. She would still have her glory. It would just be with two other people. She had developed a new routine called "The Triettes" where three females would sing harmonic songs on stage. It was a new fad in NY right now, and Collette wanted to try it out. Hopefully, it would grab the attention of more well to do people.
Walking down the stairs silently, Collette gingerly pushed open the sliding wooden panel that served as her door. It was what appeared to be a slab of wall that opened into what could have been a storage area - but in reality, it led to a staircase that led to a whole apartment upstairs. Collette walked through the doorway, and into the lobby of the Nightingale.
The large, horseshoe sized desk the wrapped its way around the circular room seemed to draw her in with its mahogany scent. The candles, strategically placed around the lush, red carpeted room, flickered brightly, and invitingly. It was like walking into a palace, or an enchanted room. Collette glanced at the portraits of her parents on the wall, followed by a portrait of herself and a few of the other actors and singers who were steady. Collette sighed and made her way into the grand theater. She walked down to the music pit and picked up a Violin from one of the stands.
She had been taught how to play every instrument in an orchestra, and could sing beautifully as well. She had been well trained. The sweet soft notes of the Violin would always be her favorite though. It reminded her of her mother, who would play Brahms Lullaby's to her on violin before she would go to sleep. Collette became so wrapped up in her music, that she didn't even notice when someone came in...
