Stephen's Secure Blog #276
These stories about Stephen began was when he was 10 years old, and
moving to a new part of the country to attend a special school for
gifted students, in the 1950's. This was from a time before computers
would fit on a desk, and when people communicated with friends in other
countries by actual letters sent through the postal service. He wrote
225 of them to a friend. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he
still wanted to record his life, in case he lost his memory again, and
wrote 30 entries in his first logbook. Then he wrote to an artificial
intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his school for
gifted students, which he started attending in 2016. Now it's after
2018, and he's continuing to save his memories in a secure blog.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stephen is 17 in this story, in spring of year 7 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #276 "Dance Ballet"
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In the very big theater, I walked to the center of the stage in
front, shirtless and in white tights. I said "Good evening. I don't
know why you are here." There was some murmuring. I said "Well, you are
to here to see somebody dance, who you didn't even know could dance,
and without knowing what he would do. And you actually paid to do that.
laughed. I said, "I have an urge to do worse to him, because he didn't
tell me about this event until yesterday. So, I set up some things to
do for you, in a hurry. Because we didn't have time to build any sets,
I'm using something like a hologram, to create images for each set for
each number. I'm telling you this, because the first one might have you
a little concerned. I promise you that, no matter what it might look
like, you will NOT get wet. Unless somebody behind you sneezes." They
laughed, Chad being the loudest. I said "Thank you for supporting
freedom for Tibet."
I said "The first thing I'll be doing for you, isn't exactly ballet.
It's 'I'm Singing in the Rain', like Gene Kelly did it. There is an
important reason why I'm doing it here tonight. Would you like to know
what that is?" I cupped my hand to my ear. Somebody shouted yes. I
looked like I was straining to hear, and more shouted it. I said,
"Alright, I'll tell you that big and important reason. I like it." They
laughed. I turned slightly, like I was going to go offstage, and then
turned back, and said "Ah'll be bach!" sounding just like in the movie
'TheTerminator'. Then I covered my mouth in surprise, and they laughed.
I ran off the stage. Then I started the camera visible illusion, with
4th forcefields where needed, such as with the sidewalk and lamppost.
It thundered, and rained. Then I came out, dressed in a suit and a hat,
and with an umbrella, and started the music, and started singing and
dancing, almost exactly like in the movie, modified to fit the stage
and static viewpoint. I magnified the sounds of my feet splashing, like
the foley artist had to do for the movie, getting drenched in real
water. After it was over, and I was offstage, I turned off the
illusion, and heard a lot of applause. I went back on stage, in formal
dress, with tails, top hat, and cane.
I bowed and said, "Thank you. I just had the idea to do a little
something extra. Chad, my manager, likes me to improvise. So, if you
Ritz', like Fred Astaire, with the original movie set illusion. The
audience liked it a lot. I said to stage left, "Happy now, Chad?" He
yelled back, "Not yet!" I shook my head in sad disgust, and they
laughed. I said "For my next attempt, I will do some dances from 'The
Nutcracker' and Swan Lake ballets, by Tchaikovsky. Please hold your
very enthusiastic applause (I looked sideways at them, and they
laughed), until I complete all those dances. I have to change costumes
between each one, and without ripping them into shreds." I turned to
rear of the stage, and while playing the intro to the ballet, I
gestured, and the banquet hall appeared. I gestured again, and there
was a gigantic christmas tree, with gifts around its base, including a
giant soldier nutcracker. I turned back to the audience, and said,
"Suddenly, I feel like Herr Drosselmeyer. I'll go back stage now, and
come out again for each of the dances." I stalked off the stage. That's
what I did, all those dances, and at the end, when I bowed, they gave
me a standing ovation.
I said "Enough of the copying! Want something original?" They yelled
yes, and clapped. I said "To ease you into it, and because I feel like
it (laughter), I'm going to do my interpretation of the Shiva dance
from India. It will be in that style, and so will the music be, but
only as inspiration. I will be doing my own er, thing. For those of you
who like drums, well, you'll find out." I looked to stage left, and
then back, and said, "This is the first time Chad will be seeing and
hearing this, like everything else tonight. I think he is a little
nervous about the drums." He yelled out, "You're darn right!" They
laughed. I made a big evil grin, and said, "Good!" They laughed louder.
I went backstage, and then came out in Indian classical dance costume,
with makeup, and rings of rattle type metal bells around my ankles. I
started slowly, with the music only light in the drums. The positioning
involved mostly deep spread knees, and stamping of the soles of the
feet, and of the heels, with a lot of stylized upper body movement. I
slowly made it go faster and faster, and the drumming more pronounced,
with complicated rhythms, and I added some acrobatics, and other
difficult movements. The illusion backdrop behind me was mostly Indian
psychedelic. After ten minutes, I was going wild all over the stage,
almost faster than they could see, and they were jumping in their seats
with the beating of the drums. Then I stopped everything still, and
then resumed at a slower pace, with the drums like they were in the
beginning, and then ended in the usual one legged pose. Then I stood
straight and bowed. Silence, and then uproarious applause, and standing
ovation.
After thanking them, I turned to Chad, "Satisfied now?" He said "I
satisfied. Original. Good work." I stopped the drums, and said to the
audience, with a wicked grin, "I knew it!" They laughed. I said "For
the last piece, I will perform something entirely original, in music
and dance, I created for this event. I call it, 'Celestial Spring'.
Well, I had to call it something." They laughed. I said "Partial
inspiration for the name came from one of the featured instruments, the
celesta. The piece is in three parts. Er, one, two, and three. Who
didn't see that coming?" They laughed. I said "There will be a fifteen
minute intermission, while I get all this stuff off, and maybe chew my
nails to the elbows wondering if I can actually do it." They laughed.
I said "It's true. I thought it up this morning, to tax my abilities
to the limit, and I have not rehearsed it. So, while you go and wonder
what I'll be doing, so will I." I bowed, and said, "Fifteen minutes."
Then I went backstage and removed everything I wanted to from me,
instantly. I said to Chad, "Were you really worried about the drums?"
He said "I was, a little. I was right, too. You came very close to the
limit." I wiggled my eyebrows at him, and said, "I know." He laughed
and poked me, and we hugged. He said, "Still, that Shiva dance was
terrific. I don't know how you can top that, without using special
abilities." I said "I guess we'll just have to find out. Are we giving
any of this to PBS?" He said "I don't know. Maybe the whole show, if we
can't interest the networks in it. It SHOULD be on TV. Everybody should
see what the human body and mind is really capable of. And you look
really hot in those tights." We laughed. I said "Good thing I don't
have that monster in this incarnation. People WOULD notice." He said "I
have a different opinion on that good thing." We laughed again. I had
some water, and we talked some more.
When it was time, I started the music. I was dressed only in white
tights. I leapt onto the stage, which had the transparent illusion of
moons and planets all over, even where I could run into and through
them. I slowed to the emotive music, and moved my body in supple
motions and movements between the heavenly bodies, exploring and
touching them, and then caressing them with love, like I was longing to
join them. For the second part, there were solar systems, and I was
dancing more energetically, like I was glad to be with them, and doing
some very difficult techniques in the passes. Toward the end of that
part, I was doing some things which looked almost impossible for the
human body to do, sometimes involving aerial tumbling while in full
side split, moving fast through all the obstacles without touching
them. In part three, there were nebulae and galaxies, and I was
increasingly exultant to be with them. I went into them and merged,
from one to the other, with body wrenching but graceful twists, and
arching flights. At the end, I visibly vibrated, hands touching over my
head, and all the celestial objects and formations came to me, and then
disappeared into me. I became still, and then I melted gracefully to
the floor, in a huddle. Then I unfolded and stood proud, covered in
glowing lights, reborn as a new man of and for the stars. Then the
stage went dark, and silent. About ten seconds later, the applause
started, louder than ever. I lit the stage, and I was just myself
again. I bowed to their standing ovation. Then I went offstage. They
didn't stop. I took another bow, and then another. Then I held up my
hand, and said, "For the absolutely final thing, how about a little
attempt at setting a record?"
I said "Here is a pirouette." I demonstrated it with the bent leg. I
said "Here it is, two in a row." I did that. I said "Some people can do
a lot of them, continuously, without falling. How many do you think is
the record?" No answer. I said "I think it's something less than fifty.
Do you think I should try to do more than that?" There was applause. I
said "Alright. Should I leave you some time to get a betting pool
going?" They laughed. I said "Chad, please count." He yelled out, "Why
me?" I said "Want drums?" He said back in a hurry, "Alright I'll do
it!" They laughed. I used the bent free leg position, and stepped into
it, and started spinning very fast. I stopped when I hit a hundred and
one. I rubbed my back, and said, "I felt that! Chad, how many did I
do?" He said "Alright, this can have a drum roll." I grinned, and the
audience laughed. I did the drums, and then he said, "A total of one
hundred and one continuous pirouettes!" There was applause, and I
bowed. I ported my blue suit around me. I started glowing, and I raised
my arms, and said to them, wrapping them in my love, "May all you
believe is holy, bless you with their love and care. Thank you for
allowing me to give you some moments of pleasure, and my love.
Farewell, my friends, till we meet again." I bowed, and when I
straightened up, I made my silvery disappearance act.
I think they knew to expect that, and didn't look surprised. There
was a lot of talk from them while they were leaving, all very positive
comments. Back in my living room, with Chad, Rose, and Hawk, Chad said,
"That last piece was magnificent! Nobody else could do anything like
that, and your techniques looked to strain even you." I said "Thank
you, and yes, they did. Some slight repairs were needed." Rose said
"Even your hot body didn't distract me from the theme, your story. THAT
is amazing, considering how I feel about your hunkness." Hawk said,
"Goes for me, too." Chad said "And me." I said "I really thank you a
lot. I was trying for that." We hugged. Chad said "I should get on
home. I have some editing to do. Have fun." We stood and hugged again,
that fun, anyway, naturally.
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