Chapitre 28: Trainings
Viona elegantly twirled the prop sword in her slender hand, her countenance a tableau of unrelenting boredom. The grand hall was a hive of activity as the male students, resplendent in their 19th-century finery that included opulent waistcoats, frock coats, and towering wigs, stood in line for their meticulous measurements. The preparation for their regal costumes was a painstaking endeavor, involving intricate tailoring and the finest materials to recreate the bygone era in exquisite detail.
In stark contrast, the young ladies were clustered in a corner, their focus devoted to mastering the props associated with their male characters—swords, cigars, and other such masculine accoutrements. Their costumes, while historically significant, were significantly less intricate than their male counterparts' attire. As a result, the ladies had ample time to familiarize themselves with the art of wielding these props, an endeavor they had initially underestimated.
Unbeknownst to them, mastering these seemingly straightforward accessories would prove to be no trifling task. Little did they realize the depth of skill required to convincingly portray their male characters, and the challenges they would face in doing justice to these historical roles.
In a bustling corner of the expansive classroom, the dance team executed their intricate choreography with meticulous precision. Their upcoming performance, a captivating musical drama, demanded a myriad of dance moves that had to be executed flawlessly. The rhythmic harmony of their synchronized movements filled the air, setting the stage for the vibrant and dynamic spectacle they were working tirelessly to create.
Across the room, a group of students huddled together, engrossed in the pages of the script. Their task was a formidable one, requiring not only fluency in English but also a mastery of the archaic expressions that permeated the language of the play. The challenge lay not just in delivering the lines with clarity but also in infusing them with the authenticity of a bygone era, immersing themselves and the audience in a world of poetic eloquence and old-world charm.
In the midst of this linguistic endeavor, Laras, a talented young actress, took center stage as she portrayed the character of Benovolio. She recited her lines with unwavering determination, her voice wavering only slightly as she grappled with the intricate and antiquated language. "Compare her face with some that I show, and I will make thee think thy swan a crow," she recited, her gaze fixed on the lines before her. The words, though challenging, were filled with the poetic essence of the play, a testament to Shakespearean eloquence.
Laras's valiant delivery of the archaic lines prompted laughter from her fellow actresses, who couldn't help but be amused by the juxtaposition of the old-fashioned language with the modern-day setting. Embarrassed by the good-natured laughter, Laras could do nothing but lower her script and hide her blushing face, a momentary pause in the midst of their collective effort to breathe life into the timeless masterpiece before them.
Viona was utterly absorbed in her rigorous swordplay practice. Her dedication to her craft was unmistakable, and it was clear that she had spent countless hours honing her skills for this role. In the past six months, Viona had embarked on an intensive training course in swordplay and sword dancing, an endeavor that was initially driven by her commitment to her acting roles. Of course, what she experienced before reborn to her young self is a plus point.
Her journey into the world of swordplay had begun with her determination to accurately portray characters that wielded swords on stage. She realized that to do justice to these roles, she needed to acquire not just a basic understanding but true proficiency in the art. This commitment led her to engage in rigorous training sessions, where she had learned the finesse and precision required to handle a weapon gracefully and convincingly.
Viona's dedication had borne fruit, and now she skillfully followed the instructor's guidance, executing intricate swordplay sequences with a fluidity and grace that was truly remarkable. Her movements were a testament to the countless hours of practice she had devoted to perfecting her craft. As she practiced the choreographed fight scenes, her sword gleaming in the light, it was evident that she had become a true master of her chosen art.
Given her exceptional dedication and expertise, Viona had been granted a special privilege. She had been excused from participating in the other activities that her classmates were currently immersed in. While they toiled away on various aspects of their production, Viona took a well-deserved break during these moments, using them to rest and recharge before her intense swordplay sessions.
As Viona continued to train with unwavering determination, she knew that her efforts would not only enhance her performance as Romeo but also elevate the entire production. Her dedication was a shining example of the lengths to which artists would go to bring their characters to life and create a truly memorable theatrical experience. In the end, Viona's commitment to her craft would leave an indelible mark on the hearts and minds of the audience, as they witnessed the culmination of her tireless efforts on the stage.
Keeva Lisa, who had been cast as Paris, the suitor favored by Juliet's parents, was fervently dedicated to perfecting her role. Her dedication extended beyond just honing her vocal skills; she was determined to leave no stone unturned in her pursuit of excellence. With the weight of her character's significance in the story, she knew that every aspect of her portrayal had to be flawless.
One day, as she was passionately rehearsing her lines, a breathless Keeva approached Viona, her eyes filled with an unmistakable sense of urgency. "Vii," she began, addressing her fellow actress by her nickname, "can you teach me some basic sword moves?" Her request hung in the air, laden with hope and a touch of vulnerability.
Viona, who had been engrossed in perfecting her swordplay techniques, raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Aren't we provided with our own instructor for that?" she inquired, her gaze briefly shifting to the dedicated sword-dancing instructor who was tirelessly guiding several other female students through their paces.
Keeva nodded earnestly but with a hint of concern in her eyes. "Yes, we do have an instructor, but the training is focused on the fundamentals. The moves we'll be expected to perform on stage are far more intricate and demanding. That's why..." she hesitated, her cheeks faintly flushed with self-consciousness, "I thought it might be more beneficial to practice with you instead of waiting for the instructor to gradually introduce those advanced techniques."
Viona, always understanding and eager to help her fellow cast members, nodded empathetically. She recognized that the complexity of the swordplay required for their roles couldn't be mastered with just a few lessons from the instructor. "Alright," she agreed with a supportive smile, "let's find a quieter corner where we can focus without disturbing the others here." With a gesture, she indicated an empty section of the classroom, free from the hustle and bustle of their fellow actors.
Keeva's face lit up with gratitude as she retrieved her prop sword and eagerly positioned herself in front of Viona. In that moment, she was like a blank canvas, ready to absorb the wisdom and skill that her fellow actress possessed. She watched in rapt attention as Viona demonstrated simple yet fundamental swordplay movements, her eyes filled with determination and the unshakable belief that with Viona's guidance, she could rise to the challenge and deliver a truly compelling performance as Paris.
When Viona signaled for Keeva to mimic her, the latter took a deep breath and stepped forward, ready to replicate the actions she had observed. Her initial attempts were marked by hesitation and a degree of difficulty as she struggled to mirror Viona's fluid movements. However, Viona, ever patient and encouraging, was moving at a deliberate pace, providing Keeva with ample guidance and feedback. After several repetitions, Keeva's determination paid off, and she began to find her rhythm, gradually mastering the intricate swordplay techniques.
"Now," Viona declared with a smile, her prop sword pointing toward Keeva, "let's switch roles. You'll be the one challenging me."
Keeva's eyes lit up with a newfound sense of purpose, and without hesitation, she took on the role of the aggressor. She practiced the moves she had just learned, mimicking Viona's actions with determination. Though Viona consistently outperformed her with her well-practiced actions, Keeva's spirit remained undaunted. She threw herself into the challenge, determined to close the gap between their skill levels.
Unbeknownst to the two focused actresses, their classmates, who had completed their measurements and preparations, had quietly gathered to watch their impromptu training session. The intensity of their practice session had drawn a curious audience, and the onlookers were enthralled by the dedication and camaraderie displayed by Viona and Keeva.
As the two actresses continued their passionate swordplay, their flushed faces and unwavering commitment bore witness to their captivated classmates. Some students couldn't resist the temptation to discreetly record the practice session on their smartphones, eager to capture and share this inspiring moment on their social media accounts.
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Cadeaux
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-- Classement
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