Life is like a prism, what you make of it depends on how you turn the
glass.
Evangeline was a
soft-spoken girl from childhood. She was, sweet, humble, and polite and filled
with grace. She was a helpful friend and use to seek every opportunity to go
and make amends. She was beautiful and talented, learning ballet from the age
of six. She often said ballet is full of grace and how you portray yourself
shows your elegance. It’s poetry in motion. Now as the night was closing upon
her she was closer to turning eighteen. As excited as she was about her
birthday she didn't know what the future held for her.
The next morning she got up full of excitement and had a
lovely breakfast with her parents. The black swan program for her ballet
performance was coming nearer; she had to go early for practice. Today as she
walked into the studio, in a white dress, her feet in those pretty white shoes.
Warm eyes welcomed and greeted her; she was one of the best dancers. She had
her auditions for White Swan in a couple of minutes, she was fully prepared and
as her competitors walk past her she was confident.
The cue music began and she started performing the judges
and audiences were mesmerized and awestruck. It felt like heaven on Earth with
such calmness. On ending her performance only one word came out of her
teacher’s mouth “perfect!” Other dancers gave their best shot but none with
such precision as that of Evangeline’s. Few hours later the results were to
come in, and it was concluded that Evangeline would be playing both the role of
the Black Swan and White Swan. As only she could bring rage, fury and
peacefulness together in with beauty.
There were eyes that congratulated her and some that envied
her. She thought that her birthday couldn't be any more perfect. Days went by
and she started practicing for the show, she would get scholarships and
opportunities based upon her performance. None the less it had to be magically
beyond perfect. One week before the dress rehearsal and two weeks before the
show, whilst practicing her solo aerial act, the wires broke and she fell down
with a soft thud. Everyone was shocked, when people went to see her on stage;
she was bleeding from her head and immediately was rushed to the hospital.
After all her scans and check-up, she was going in for a
surgery as she had internal bleeding in her brain and a broken leg. After six
long hours of surgery she was finally out of mortal peril and was still not out
of anesthesia. The next morning she woke up groggy, had bouquets of flowers
around her, a few friends with her parents sitting and waiting for her to
speak. Grief stricken and sorrow seen in her eyes she managed to ask what all
happened? Her friends told her that as she broke her femur she needed complete
rest for three months. There were tears in her eyes, but they didn’t fall. She
was out of the show and Rebecca was filling in for her.
The same Rebecca who was once her very best friend, the one
she told all her deep desires and secrets to, the one she trusted with her
life. Rebecca had back-stabbed her, Evangeline’s other friend told her that
apparently she cut the wire lose and that’s how she fell. But Rebecca had an
alibi and she couldn't be blamed. Few days later after Evangeline went home she
got an anonymous message, and it had a video clip showing that Rebecca was the
cutting the wire. Evangeline could turn in the video, but then there wouldn't
be any difference between her and Rebecca. She deleted it and was ready to move
on. A month later she visited the studio and saw Rebecca, who came in close and
whispered in her ear,” well, didn't you take break a leg quite seriously?”
There was rage in her eyes but she walked away. She met her teacher and was
informed that Maryland School of Arts (MSA) wanted her as an assistant of their
ballet program.
Evangeline knew she
had to move on and went to the MSA was welcomed with gentle eyes. She could
either lose hope in everything and just go back to doing nothing and regret not
living life to the fullest. But she overcame her pain, grief and fury. As an
assistant director she made MSA proud and won a lot of glories. “Life is like a
prism, what you make of it depends upon how you turn the glass.”
