Standing on her toes,flexing her legs,far stretched. Her body so elastic ,she sunk in within the dance studio.
Like a swan. A beautiful white swan,so is Cassandra. Her skin is pale white,with white glittering big eyes, pink lips and peach-like cheeks. 18 years old. She,however,danced like she’s lived through it all.
The tingles,jingles and soothing ballads would play. As if possessed by a spirit. She would dance. Captivating the life of her audience.
“The only language I understand is dance,I breathe and live ballet,”she said subtly to a panel of judges in her first audition for a broadway play 2 years ago in Paris.
“Smoke us off,take our breaths away,” soothingly-so said her mother whilst patting her broad shoulders backstage.
When Cassandra was 8 years old, she was trapped for 4 hours in her mum’s closet.
The closet was so huge and bulky. The doors would close upon contact with the frame magnets. Cassandra was playing dress up,she had decided to use her mother’s clothes. She then entered her Mom’s closet to reach for a turtle-neck turquoise silky dress, embellished with gold tiny stars around the neck. It was then that ‘Sandra was trapped in a beautiful nightmare.
The housekeeper was doing the laundry. A woman in her late 50′s. When the washing machine got switched off , she noticed the loudness of Silence. She saw Sandra’s mom’s shoes making a peculiar trace leading to the closet. She stormed in the room and opened it. Finding ‘Sandra gasping for Air.
The very same incident led ‘Sandra to find her first love–ballet. Her mom noticed that after the incident her daughter started holding back. She was afraid of being lonely. The dark. Almost anything that means getting trapped.
A friend of hers- a ballet teacher- then decided that she gets her to try ballet.
“It’s like I’m escaping confines, gasping for freedom. Ballet makes me feel at liberty to be me. To feel free. To bury all my inhibitions. As if I’m feeling sun rays after years-on-end trapped in a dark space. That’s what ballet means to me.” She said- shedding tears- telling a journalist who was interviewing her after their last broadway show.
By the time the broadway reached the end, Cassandra’s birthday was approaching. She received a letter from the management of a zoo ,asking that she graces the zoo with her presence on her special day. Upon arrival at the zoo, Cassandra saw the buzz from outside. The press was there. She then spotted her mum.
For the first time,the Zoo would take in imported swans and shelter them. They told her the story of a swan,that had sustained a leg injury. And how drastically it had recovered.
The grand news was that the very swan-beautiful,full of poise,charm,subtle and heavenly white- was going to be named after her.
Cassandra the Swan…