Nightmare of the Opera PrologueNightmare of the Opera Prologue by Tenshiryuu
Jackson Daae Frost stood nervously, fidgeting with the buttons on his costume. From beyond the heavy curtain that hid the stage, he could hear quiet voices drifting up from the audience. They were waiting for the opening number. It was the first show of the season, and expectations were high. The Twins looked as haughty and unconcerned as ever, awaiting their cue. If any of the others were as nervous as Jackson, they hid it well.
The orchestra began to play, and the curtains swept aside. Jackson was in the first set of dancers, but his legs felt like lead. He heard Bebe murmur something behind him, and someone gave him a rough shove onto the stage. It wasn't as if he hadn't practiced, he had. Just as much as everyone else, if not more. He knew the moves, he knew the score. Yet his feet refused to move. It was as if he had turned to ice.
All eyes were on him. The stage illumination made it hard to see the faces in the darkness beyond, but he knew they were staring. Waiting. Why couldn't
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Green. Some purple. Then a bit yellow, to paint some flowers underneath the green circles......furry, nimble fingers moved the brush quickly, but with great care, creating a beautiful egg. “There you go, all pretty ya little one”, Bunny mumbled, gently putting the egg down which immediately ran over to it's friends, running around happily. The big rabbit watched the group of little eggs he had painted for fun- but somehow the joy and satisfaction he normally felt when trying out new patterns didn't come.
“Dammit”, Bunny growled and briskly stood up, wanting to practice a bit. Maybe training with his boomerangs would help him feel a little better. His eyes, sweeping over everything in his surroundings, fell on a little blue egg among the others, making him freeze immediately, memories rushing through his mind. Blue. Brilliant icy blue eyes, staring at him wide open, so vulnerable, breaking, cracking like a mirror-