molly+fantsy

Pas`cashat //Like a Cat// 6:00 am beep! Beep! The alarm clock screamed as thought it had been waiting its whole life to do just that. Her eyes flew open. She flung off the itchy wool sheets and thick cotton blankets. As the bed creaked when the pint sized girl emerged. She knew very well that she has to get dressed before the cold caught up with her; it bit her toes as she biked to the creepy old building on 23 streets. She rushed up the stairs past the glittering chandler, and hurried to slip on satin pink slippers. Rushed into the crimson dress that looked like something right out of her history book. “You’re late” the old women said and she stepped out of the shadows. “Begin,” she said with a rap of her cane. “Gabi fowl this must be the third time this month.” Well go on fifth position now, tondue` ple` tondue ple`. The room smelled of the theater, dusty, grease paint glue and fabric. The old Victorian Mansion on 23rd street was Miss Flora’s studio, the one with the old walls that seamed to retain heat without air contenting. But, what really stood out was the lime green piano in the corner of the room behind the screen, where miss Floras cats Crook Shanks, and from`pe perched. Crook shanks had sleek black fur with white paws and stripes on his legs that looked like ribbons. From’pe was sleek white with blue eyes, a purple ribbon on her neck, and crimson patched all over her face. Fram`pea was named after the ballet move to strike; she was the most active of the two, always bouncing across the keyboard in sweet melodies. Gabi was never really sure if it was the cats or a person playing. “Keep your knees up”, “Lock your legs”; “pull that stomach of yours in” Miss Flora barked just as she stepped out. Gabi was tall with legs that stretched to the ceiling; she had deep brown hair the color of autumn leaves that never stayed up in a bun for long. Gabi peered behind the curtain, to see the cats for only a moment when she saw it. Behind the screen was a stage at least three times the size of the studio. “Wow” She breathed and slipped behind one of the seats. On stage was the most beautiful dancer in the Paris opera. Something about the tune seemed so familiar, so close to her. “w-w- where am I she stammered” Just as she felt a tickle on her legs and saw a shadow disappear behind a rack of costumes. She tried to follow it the deeper she went the smell increased it reeked of burnt sugar. Her mouth puckered, the smell slowly rapping around her thought. Then she saw something glittering pale white and about the size of a cat with one crimson patch. It darted through a tunnel. She tried to follow it something held her back. A glimmering shadow had caught hold of her. It smelled like a fancy restaurant she had once been to. The force was surprisingly strong and up close you could see that it was coated with red, gold, and blue with pink trim. Gabi stammered back, blinking at who stood before her almost a mirror image. In the same faded crimson dress. The same pink slippers with golden circles’ on them covering up when, Fram’pea first met her and had tore at them. Green eyes, purple ribbon, diamond necklace with blue flowers. Who was she? Before she could dwell on the subject much longer she saw a black flash and then nothing… When she awakened she was in a dusty room that looked like a closet with close hanging everywhere. She found her self wrapped in thick, heavy, dark brown sheets. She was still in the red tutu and pink tights. She still had on her ballet slippers but, her hair was brushed out straight and braded down her back. She slowly rose up from the cot and decided to explore the room. About three paces across the room when she found a little black leather book tied up with green and indigo braided ribbons, with a ribbon bookmark sticking out. She had just opened it up when she had herd a click and dove under the bed. Dressed in forest green, and ripped in mussel, with ink black hair that fell over his face. A boy emerged from the door that was covered by coats. He sighed and jumped turning in air like a cat he landed on the bed his figure sagging just over her. Within minis he was asleep. Gabi tried very hard to stay frozen But, after an hour her mussels gave out, she thanked the fact that she had always slept in and missed breakfast. As she fell there was just a dull thud. Hummm… She mumbled rubbing the spot on her back where the book was jabbing into her. She fumbled over the cover, untying the bow, and removing the book mark. On water damaged paper she read: //October twenty first,// //My mussels ache, my arms hurt and my bones will brake if I work another day. Who ever said that life in the theater was marvelous had something wrong with them.// You got that right Gabi mumbled. //I am required to waltz in and sweep Gabriella off her feet and to add to all that that breathe taking scene where we lift up into the air on the trapeze had given me nothing but burses. For the ten quarts I make a week it’s hardly worth it, the master will expect no less that that so I must dance find that the worst thing is not the ache but, the way my name is at the top of the program Julius Angora when I was young I had played with the cloth but now as a name I find it just dreadful. The cold draft is finding its way through the coats till later, Julius Marc Angora// At that moment he stirred sending Gabi into chills. She tired the night and most of the morning to sleep but the strange thoughts kept replaying themselves in her mind. //Waltz in and sweep Gabriella off her feet,// she sighed thinking of how nice it would to have been Gabriella. Wait she was or at least could fake it her mirror with the same tune. She tried to slide out from her hiding place but coughed as a spray of dust flew up into her face. She had just managed to scamper behind and into some coats when the very coat she was in breezed open. Frozen with a worried look on her face she tumbled out. The first thought on her mind was to run but the point shoes constricted her feet making it impossible. Before she could even say a world she was pressed up against a suddenly visible rug hanging up at the wall. “W-w-w Wait she said her words blocking his fist”. “Just tell me who you are and everything will be all right.” She cleared her thought and began, “I am Gabrielle Topaz Aarons third daughter of Mark and Tally. Dancer, Singer and Fighter”. “Fighter” he said “Yes” and he was pinned to the ground.