Prism of Life

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.”