Post by ARIANA BLAIR KERN on Apr 4, 2012 14:11:20 GMT -5
I KEEP MY SECRETS
Ariana stretched, her lithe limbs reaching towards the roof of the tent that was her home. Some people lived in the train cars, but she preferred the privacy that she received in her own little tent, it was her own little place, even if it took a little maintenance every time they moved around. Gingerly she pulled the covers aside and stood, her sweatpants and tank top clinging to her thin frame. Every morning started the same way, with a headache and some gentle stretching to get rid of the aches assaulting every muscle in her arms and legs. It was the life of an aerial silk artist, and she had gotten used to it over time. In the beginning, she would have to miss performances, only making an appearance every other day, but over time her muscles had hardened, and now she could do multiple performances in one day if that was what the audience wanted. Circus life was a hard thing to predict, it was all contingent upon the audience, so she usually stayed in one place until the ringmaster told her she could leave. How did she spend her time when she wasn’t in the ring? She went to find her friend, Lacie.
Lacie was a burlesque dancer, which was very similar to Ariana’s own occupation, at least, in the sense of the outfits. Burlesque dancing was all about sex appeal, just like aerial silk artistry, the only difference was Lacie wasn’t suspended in the air, wrapping her body around a piece of silk and hoping like hell she didn’t fall a hundred feet onto the stone and dirt floor beneath her. Aerial silk artists didn’t get nets, it spoiled the illusion, and though she was considered one of the best in the world, she still got nervous from time to time. Pushing open the tent flap, she stepped out into the sunlight, shivering in the cold of the New York winter. Maybe I should sleep in one of the train cars, it might be warmer… Right then and there she decided, tonight she would sleep on one of the train cars, there was no way she was freezing her a** off another night. Gingerly she stepped over the ground, her boots leaving perfect prints in the snow behind her, and she walked quickly to the dressing rooms. It was about nine-thirty in the morning, so she had some time before her own performance, well, one of about four that she would be doing that day.
“About time you showed up, Aria.” A male voice rang out over the din of the room, and Ariana rolled her eyes. “Oh shut up, I don’t perform for another hour, you know that as well as I do.” He laughed and pointed to her chair, where she saw a beautiful outfit draped over the back. It was a masterpiece of black and white silk, tonight that would apparently be her theme, and as she held it before her, her mouth went slightly slack in awe. It was beautiful, the black and white layered in different areas, in artistic patterns, with delicate, silver threads sewn in that shown like starlight. It was beautiful. Quickly she went to the curtained barrier and changed into the outfit. It hugged her delicate curves and showed off her tanned skin, including one leg that was completely bare, she had only felt sexier one time, when she was clad in red that was artistically draped to only cover her “magic areas”. She folded her clothes and put them next to her chair, sitting down in front of the mirror that was surrounded by lights.
All her life, Ariana had dreamed of being a star, and now, she was definitely up there in the world, being one of the most renowned aerial silk dancers in the world. As she sat there, she quickly did her hair and her make-up, both being in the most simplistic matter. Tonight, nothing was to take away from the magic outfit that adorned her figure, and as she stood, she could feel jealous eyes upon her, eying the clothing she wore with loathing, but she didn’t care, she felt amazing, and finally someone came back to get her. “Ariana? You’re on, let’s go.” She walked into the center of the arena, hearing gasps from the audience, and took a bow before grasping the silk. And then, the music started, and she lost herself in the artistic intricacy and complexity of the dance she was now performing. There was a move, in the middle of the dance, that scared her to death. The silk would wrap around one ankle, and she would lay back, attached by just the silk wrapped around her ankle. Of course, she always grabbed on to the silk with her hand to prevent the silk from slipping, but all the same, it was terrifying to her.
Time seemed to move in slow motion as Ariana let go of the silk, flipping down so she was only attached by her ankle, and she heard loud gasps of appreciation and awe from the audience, and still, she danced. She would not be stopped; she was in the mindset of a dancer, and one that knew how to work their body. It felt great, to have that kind of control over herself, and she just kept going. Before she knew it, it was all over, and she tumbled gently down the curtain, stopping just above the floor to straighten up and unwind herself from the silk. Smiling brightly, she took another bow, earning her a standing ovation from the audience. Turning, she walked out of the ring and back to the dressing rooms. “Darling, I’ve never seen anything like that, that was fantastic!” She smiled and hugged him, before wrapping herself in a long coat, putting on her sweatpants and boots, and walking out of the room. She needed to go see Lacie, she needed to show her the outfit that had just made her performance spectacular.
Moments later, Ariana arrived at the Burlesque tent, with a few awkward stares from male bystanders. Perhaps they thought she was part of the act, instantly casting her as the lead in every perverted porno they had screened while their wives or girlfriends were out getting hammered and hitting on equally drunk men. Still, she did not let their leering affect her confident walk, a stride that spoke of years of success and admiration. Yes, she was overconfident, and some might say even cocky, but she had never let all the success get to her head, not really. The people that really knew her knew that she was a kind, loving person who never had a mean word to say about anybody, and no fame or rave reviews had changed that throughout the years. She stepped in, back stage by the dressing rooms, and saw that Lacie was not there. She must be on stage, I’ll have to wait for her to get back. Gingerly she sat down in Lacie’s chair, looking at the pictures of the two of them that were littered around the make-up stand. It was good to have a friend as close as Lacie.
Lacie was a burlesque dancer, which was very similar to Ariana’s own occupation, at least, in the sense of the outfits. Burlesque dancing was all about sex appeal, just like aerial silk artistry, the only difference was Lacie wasn’t suspended in the air, wrapping her body around a piece of silk and hoping like hell she didn’t fall a hundred feet onto the stone and dirt floor beneath her. Aerial silk artists didn’t get nets, it spoiled the illusion, and though she was considered one of the best in the world, she still got nervous from time to time. Pushing open the tent flap, she stepped out into the sunlight, shivering in the cold of the New York winter. Maybe I should sleep in one of the train cars, it might be warmer… Right then and there she decided, tonight she would sleep on one of the train cars, there was no way she was freezing her a** off another night. Gingerly she stepped over the ground, her boots leaving perfect prints in the snow behind her, and she walked quickly to the dressing rooms. It was about nine-thirty in the morning, so she had some time before her own performance, well, one of about four that she would be doing that day.
“About time you showed up, Aria.” A male voice rang out over the din of the room, and Ariana rolled her eyes. “Oh shut up, I don’t perform for another hour, you know that as well as I do.” He laughed and pointed to her chair, where she saw a beautiful outfit draped over the back. It was a masterpiece of black and white silk, tonight that would apparently be her theme, and as she held it before her, her mouth went slightly slack in awe. It was beautiful, the black and white layered in different areas, in artistic patterns, with delicate, silver threads sewn in that shown like starlight. It was beautiful. Quickly she went to the curtained barrier and changed into the outfit. It hugged her delicate curves and showed off her tanned skin, including one leg that was completely bare, she had only felt sexier one time, when she was clad in red that was artistically draped to only cover her “magic areas”. She folded her clothes and put them next to her chair, sitting down in front of the mirror that was surrounded by lights.
All her life, Ariana had dreamed of being a star, and now, she was definitely up there in the world, being one of the most renowned aerial silk dancers in the world. As she sat there, she quickly did her hair and her make-up, both being in the most simplistic matter. Tonight, nothing was to take away from the magic outfit that adorned her figure, and as she stood, she could feel jealous eyes upon her, eying the clothing she wore with loathing, but she didn’t care, she felt amazing, and finally someone came back to get her. “Ariana? You’re on, let’s go.” She walked into the center of the arena, hearing gasps from the audience, and took a bow before grasping the silk. And then, the music started, and she lost herself in the artistic intricacy and complexity of the dance she was now performing. There was a move, in the middle of the dance, that scared her to death. The silk would wrap around one ankle, and she would lay back, attached by just the silk wrapped around her ankle. Of course, she always grabbed on to the silk with her hand to prevent the silk from slipping, but all the same, it was terrifying to her.
Time seemed to move in slow motion as Ariana let go of the silk, flipping down so she was only attached by her ankle, and she heard loud gasps of appreciation and awe from the audience, and still, she danced. She would not be stopped; she was in the mindset of a dancer, and one that knew how to work their body. It felt great, to have that kind of control over herself, and she just kept going. Before she knew it, it was all over, and she tumbled gently down the curtain, stopping just above the floor to straighten up and unwind herself from the silk. Smiling brightly, she took another bow, earning her a standing ovation from the audience. Turning, she walked out of the ring and back to the dressing rooms. “Darling, I’ve never seen anything like that, that was fantastic!” She smiled and hugged him, before wrapping herself in a long coat, putting on her sweatpants and boots, and walking out of the room. She needed to go see Lacie, she needed to show her the outfit that had just made her performance spectacular.
Moments later, Ariana arrived at the Burlesque tent, with a few awkward stares from male bystanders. Perhaps they thought she was part of the act, instantly casting her as the lead in every perverted porno they had screened while their wives or girlfriends were out getting hammered and hitting on equally drunk men. Still, she did not let their leering affect her confident walk, a stride that spoke of years of success and admiration. Yes, she was overconfident, and some might say even cocky, but she had never let all the success get to her head, not really. The people that really knew her knew that she was a kind, loving person who never had a mean word to say about anybody, and no fame or rave reviews had changed that throughout the years. She stepped in, back stage by the dressing rooms, and saw that Lacie was not there. She must be on stage, I’ll have to wait for her to get back. Gingerly she sat down in Lacie’s chair, looking at the pictures of the two of them that were littered around the make-up stand. It was good to have a friend as close as Lacie.
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