Title: Live a Little
Black Swan (2010)
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The opening of any production will make or break it. Nina knows it; she performs the White Swan flawlessly. It is stunning and perfect and the audience rises to its feet in awe of the talent and ability that they know they will never possess. The Other Nina knows it even better; and that is why she breaks through and exposes the darkest desires in both their hearts, since Nina cannot. The Dark Swan holds the charisma and the mystery and ultimately, the power that Nina will never have, the power that will truly leave the audience helpless in the face of the wild, unfettered emotion. She strikes, and the fragile cover of the White Swan that Nina hides under falters, cracking, allowing the Dark Swan to surge forward.

It is one magnificent burst of glory, when Nina finally does away with the farce of propriety that is the White Swan. The dance is sensual and her partner is almost incapable of keeping up with Other Nina, startled by the sudden change of pace. All it takes is a different perspective, and Other Nina is controlling the dance, sweeping and exulting as she sees fit, reveling in the silence of the sea of people in front of her and how she can hold their attention without a single word, because she wants.

She wants to rage and she wants to destroy but nothing and everything is in her way. She wants to take flight and leave and never return to this cold, limiting cage of rules and systems that she cannot reconcile with herself, rules which will never believe in and rules which are pointless anyway. She wants it all to burn, the cosmetic conventions that seem so important if only because people signed up for them rather than for their inherent value. She wants her spirit and her life and her soul to blaze and shine and she wants to say and be heard, because people do not listen to her voice. She wants the glory of the day and she wants the mystery of the night and she wants for her power to spread and control and dominate and influence every single last thing that she can possibly command. She wants for people to quake in the intensity of her presence and she wants the strength of her person to instill fear. She wants to want, and she wants to be able to want, and so in this moment that is all she is.

The sudden release of passion can hardly be suppressed, and in its aftermath the defeat of the White Swan is almost a mere formality. Losing herself in the sweet madness of freedom, she relishes the sweet taste of victory and exalts.