♦ Prelude ♦
A girl with the softest fluffy white hair and a voice like the sweetest melody you can ever hear… Ruby is the name of this girl. And this is the story of Ruby. Ruby, who decided to join the circus to get over the strange dreams she’s having. To look for answers. Which she was not able to find yet, but the circus changed her life in so many magical ways, turning back home was not an option anymore.
So much like how she does not bother wiping the stage make-up off of her face after the shows anymore… This also makes her vulnerable in a way, since eyes tend to turn to her when she’s walking on the street, because of the paint on her face. Something that contradicts with her inner life, thinking how she always felt so uncomfortable when people’s eyes set on her.
But still, she says her soul transforms on the stage and she becomes a glowing Ruby with all the eyes on her. Her excitement did not fade a bit in all the years she performed, as did not the particular smell of the backstage. When every little detail in her outfit is ready and she sits on the floor to tie her laces,
-and she always tied the laces of her ballet shoes the last, making it into a ritual gradually where she calmed down, gathered her courage and energy for the show- the smell gripped her soul again.
Almost unsettling was the excitement, its scent filling her nostrils, and then pouring down as hot, thick liquid into her heart. This was an unending deja vu, a moment always destined to repeat itself with every detail, and her resolution was no exception.
” ∼ ∼ and if you’re ready, Dearie, on three, two, one! The stage is yours ! “
One:
♠ The Stage ♠