#classical sequence

Beautiful mania. Warmed / evenings, baking in the scents of foundation / and lipstick. Running along the corridor, weaving / through grins, ticking past / nerves, spinning in pools of adrenaline. / Running, weaving, spinning, ticking; / smiling. / In the wings, the music leaking through / our veins, we breathed / then we danced. / People revolved in / the air around us, the lights too. But / our cores remained gently / steady, leaving just enough emotion to / show a smile on our / Red Lips