Cantarella
As I sat in the dark dressingroom, wearing the darkblue and black dress, I listen the chattering voices heard outside the door, as I stand up, pick up my mask from the small box, set them on my head, long turquoise coloured hair flowing along the side. As I open the door, brightly coloured dancehall with masked guests opens before my eyes, hearing the violins play their mystic tone, as I walk along the floor.
It reminded me of my youth, me dancing in the garden with the bluehaired boy, trying to dance, his gentle hands holding onto me as I was about to fall. My thoughts snapped as a man in his twenties appeared infront of he, ext