As Michael entered the theater he felt his nerves leave him, too distracted by the beauty of the theater. Rows and rows of plush purple chairs sat like thrones. Above, several balconies with matching purple curtains sat women in fur coats smoking imported cigarettes. He gazed above the smoke cloud to the crisp white marble ceiling. It was carved in intricate designs, swirling into the center where a large crystal chandelier hung. Michael had never seen anything more beautiful in his life and he stood there looking at until the usher said, "Move 'er along now." poking him in the back with a flashlight. Michael ripped his eyes away from the chandelier and found his seat. It was a tight fit, between a large man and an even larger woman, and it was towards the back of the theater. Michael smiled thinking back to Billy's letter,
"I'm sorry I can't get you a better seat or nuffing but, me' Da' and Tony came last performance and well, the theater people are a bunch of stingy snobs, aren't they?"
The lights blinked a few times and then, slowly dimmed until only soft light came from the crystal chandelier. A hush swept across the packed theater and once it was completely quiet, music began. Michael watched the conductor, at first mistaking him for a dancer. Once he realized that the orchestra was concealed in a sort of dug out, the velvet curtains opened.
The stage was done up as if it were a forest, a ballerina in a crisp white tutu (that Michael envied) stood on her toes center stage. She then began to shuffle, other ballerinas in pink fluttered out from behind bushes and trees and danced along with the ballerina in white. Michael tried to follow the story line but after a while found himself lost. Instead of trying to understand, he watched avidly at the fluid motions each girl made.
Suddenly, the music went from soft violins to booming drums and deep basses as a figure in black crept from behind a tree and pounced on the white ballerina. He picked her up, flung her over his shoulder; she balanced and then fell, only to be caught up by him again. They danced in this same pattern, the man in black trying to embrace the ballerina and her failing to escape. As Michael watched, it seemed to be that time had passed, but the while ballerina was still captive. Hisses from the crowd sounded when the man in black slapped the white ballerina across the face and she fell, strewn across a rock, her shoulders shaking with tears. The man in black stalked off the stage to be replaced with sad and slow music. The white ballerina peeled herself from the rock, dancing along to the melancholy melody. She was so distracted, twirling and leaping, that she didn't notice another man, also dressed in white, walking on stage. He watched her and then began to dance behind her. When she turned around to see him she tried to run but he grasped her wrist. They began danced together, the music altering to include violas and flutes, building up. The two, now lovers, ran from each other, only to turn back. The white ballerina leaped into his arms and he raised her above his head as the music exploded and the crowd erupted. The man put the ballerina down and they both bowed.
When they came up, Michael squinted and gasped.