Start from the beginning:The rank name prima ballerina assoluta has been active through the late 1800’s and to the present day. Though the rank name does not mean anything at all, it usually belongs to the most talented ballerina in the ballet. Ballet has been produced in the early 1600’s and has been theatrical produced by millions.
In the mid 1800’s a talented French ballet master named Marius Petipa wanted the best music box maker to create a music box for one of his high ranked ballerinas, the prima ballerina assoluta. Petipa’s high ranked ballerina’s name was Pierina Legnani; Petipa was very proud of his ballerina and thought it was suitable to reward her with a tender gift. In other words, Petipa had created a small crush on his main ballerina, not because she was talented, but because of her beauty. Miss Legnani had locks of golden hair that was strung up in two separate buns on either side of her head and had swirls of locks dangling down above her shoulders. Miss Legnani’s emerald eyes were very unique, they were wide and rounded perfectly to give her a child like innocence. Though, Miss Legnani’s appearance wasn’t just about her face, but her abnormal petite frame too. She appeared to be ‘starving’ herself, but it was just the way she appeared. Like most ballerinas, Miss Legnani had a very healthy diet that didn’t require much help because she ate more than most had. Miss Legnani was the true ballerina and top price madam; most ballets that Petipa produced didn’t include Miss Legnani because she was rented off in another ballet for extra money. Though, Miss Legnani didn’t mind at all, in fact she preferred to perform anywhere she was given the chance.
As Petipa taken the time (years) to find his perfect music box maker, he also prepared to propose to the beautiful Miss Legnani. Petipa walked into a strange jeweller’s store, but it didn’t produce any type of jewels, but several dolls, puppets, and music boxes. Petipa walked around the odd room before noticing a tall wooden cabinet with glass doors. The contents of the cabinet had several figurines. All the figurines would have appeared the same, except the colors of their hair, eyes and dresses. One figurine was a tall ballerina with a blue tutu that had lacy bows on her waist and matching berets. Another was just as beautiful, but very gothic, she had long black hair that rolled down her shoulders, her eyes glowed with crimson and she wore a midnight petal tutu. “Almost like a vampire.” Petipa would whisper to himself.
“Ahem.” A young man, in his early 20’s stared at Petipa, “May I help you, sir?” His voice sounded elegant, but at the same time it sounded untrusting. Petipa stirred before turning to stare directly at the young man, “Oh. I’m sorry. I should have knocked before coming in. But I was sure this was a jeweller’s store an-“
etipa’s words were cut off by the male’s slick tongue, “That’s fine. My name is Alexander Ramlal and this place is called Ramlal’s Treasures. Please, come to the first counter and I’ll help you, or give you some advice on these unique figurines.”
As both the males walked to the counter, Petipa couldn’t help but stare at all the puppets that were both stringed and non-stringed along the walls. “Nice dolls.” Petipa wasn’t sure if he wanted Ramlal to hear him or not. “Umn. Anyway. My name is Marius Petipa and I wanted to know if you could create a music box for me?”
Ramlal stared emotionless as if to have lost train of his thoughts, “What? Did I bore you with my question already?” Ramlal began to laugh, “My dear customer! You have come to the right place! I can build anything that is made of simple wood, clay, glass and special fibres. I can even bring it to true life. Why do you think I’m high at price? But, I’m assuming you can pay for such a treasure? Surely, you can do. So, give me some instructions. What do you want it to be like? Who is it for?” It seemed to be a long thread of questions and sentences built in one, but it didn’t bother Petipa at all. Petipa finally explained, “Well, yes, I can pay for it and I’m not looking for the cheapest. I want the finest and the most decorated. But, this box must contain a small figurine. Almost like the figurines in your glass cabinet there.” Petipa pointed out the cabinet near the corner of the room. “But, I want this figurine to appear the same for a special someone. I have a perfect picture of what the figurine should look like.” He pulled out a small black and white photo of Miss Legnani and gave it to Ramlal. “She is the dove of my ballet, and if you can make this figurine appear and dance exactly like her, you will be rewarded greatly.”
Ramlal looked over the photo with a sadistic grin, making Petipa feel very uncomfortable. “Well, this will require a lot of work. May I spend some time with the Miss? I’m sure if I had a more realistic encounter I could get the figurine to appear exactly like her.” And the deal was set and made after the meeting. Ramlal was to make Miss Legnani’s figurine and Petipa would reward him generously.
Ramlal and Legnani:“One, two, three, one two threeeeee!!” A small figured woman almost fell on her side from a side step twirl; strangely she was stressed over the new ballet recitals. But before she hit the floor she had been caught by a complete stranger. “Gotcha.” Legnani’s eyes widen with surprise and shock to how fast this male was. “Oh! Thank you!” Legnani’s small frame lay relaxed in the man’s arms. “Hello there. I’m Alexander Ramlal. I was told the most famous Miss Legnani was reciting here tonight and so I thought I’d get an autograph from her. Have you seen her?” Legnani stared at him with those perfectly rounded eyes, “Oh. I don’t think so. I think she just left. It’s just little ol’ Pierina here.” Slowly Legnani began to pull herself from Ramlal’s arms and stood up on the tips of her toes. She began to sway side to side, as if to ignore his presence. “I suppose you can just leave now.” Legnani wasn’t known for her rude attitude, but tonight was very stressful and it kept tipping her off. Ramlal would only smile as he watched the dove recite, “I’m sorry, Miss Pierina, but I can’t help but say; you are the most beautiful little thing I have ever seen in my life.”
Ramlal’s background had varied with many ladies, he had courtship but he didn’t stay loyal to it. “Thank you, Mr. Ramlal. But I think you should move along now and go find your ballerina. I must get back to work before Mr. Petipa catches me with a stranger.” Ramlal chuckled, “Oh, don’t worry about Mr. Petipa. I’m sure he is busying himself with another ballerina, or with his Miss Legnani.”
Legnani stopped and glanced over her shoulder, “Hmm? What does that mean?” Ramlal chuckled again, “I’m saying that he seems to be glued to his Miss Legnani. I haven’t seen a man so obsessed with one ballerina.” He explained delicately to Miss Legnani, “I suppose so.” She began to stretch her leg out along a beam and bend at the same time. “And I suppose you are welcomed to watch and talk, Mr. Ramlal.” Ramlal smiled idly, “Call me, Alex, please.”
Production: It was about a month later after Ramlal and Miss Legnani had met. Petipa hasn’t paid much attention to the relationship between the two new friends. Ramlal had been woven around Miss Legnani’s fingers, like any other man that wanted her. But Ramlal had given a special respect to Miss Legnani, something that no one else had given her before. Petipa was madly in love with Miss Legnani too, but Miss Legnani hasn’t noticed the affections from Petipa because he shown them so discretely. Discretely, meaning that Petipa had given her small tinker gifts like dolls, flowers and beautiful clothes that only the Queen of England would wear. But Miss Legnani began to ignore Petipa’s small attempts to get close to her.
Ramlal had used clay to make his figurines, but instead of clay he used glass this time. The glass was given a white coloring mixture that would remain shinny and reflective, but not see through. He used his expensive tools to focus on her face and the length of her body. Ramlal was inspired to create the exact figure of Miss Legnani. As many hours were spent, he would place the figurine in a cooler and start on the music box. Petipa hasn’t visited Ramlal since the day they had met; this was an issue because Ramlal was sure that Petipa had a special tune to have the music box play. So, Ramlal decided to make the tune himself and decided the tune should be something unique. As he began to wind the wheel to play the song, he would say a small prayer “
lease, melody Goddess, produce a beautiful song for Miss Legnani. I know I sound a bit greedy, but I wish for it to be dedicated to her from me and not from Petipa.” He closed his eyes and released the key to let the song release. The song slowly came out and began to play vividly; it seemed to be playing right from the Queen’s ballroom. It was something very different and it seemed to ‘
op’ out, just like Miss Legnani’s appearance. Ramlal smiled and blew a kiss to the sky, “Thank you, my dear, you are a true Goddess.”
It had become more than two months later. Petipa had finally noticed the relationship between Ramlal and Miss Legnani. It seemed Ramlal had been spending too much time with Legnani and it had been enough for him to finish the figurine. One afternoon Petipa walked into Ramlal’s Treasures, “Mr. Ramlal, can I speak to you?”
Ramlal wasn’t alone, he had a few customers but Ramlal simply dismissed them, “Yes, Mr. Petipa? Is there something the matter?”
Petipa stared with disgust and betrayal, “Mr. Ramlal, I told you to spend some time with Miss Legnani, have I not?”
Ramlal replied, “Yes. You have. And I have done what you have told me too. And you should see the beautiful music box that I have produced just for your Miss Legnani. I’m sure she will fall deeply in love with it.”
Petipa’s expression didn’t change, in fact he almost growled at Ramlal as he spoke his next words, “I’m not here for the box. I’m here to speak about your relationship with Miss Legnani. I’m sure you have been spending too much time with her and I believe you shouldn’t be around her anymore, do I make myself clear?”
Ramlal stared blankly at Petipa before snickering, “Sir, I mean no harm to Miss Legnani. I’m sure she will fall head over heels for this box.” Slowly Ramlal began to dig under the counter.
Petipa spoke more aggressively, “I DON’T care about the music box, Mr. Ramlal. All I’m talking about is for you to stay away from Miss Legnani now, am I clear with you?”
Slowly Ramlal pulled out a box wrapped in royal red fabric, and then he began to pull it off it “I keep the cloth on it to keep it from dusting. I’m sure, Miss Legnani would love it.” His hands slowly opened the box and turned it to show the small figurine inside. The box contained three slots for jewellery and any other trinket that can fit in it. The figurine appeared to be exactly like Miss Legnani, but with a shinny affect. A mirror was installed on the roof of the box. The box appeared to be part glass and redwood. Gold fringes were designed on it, but it was kept unique and not over decorated like most cliché music boxes.
Petipa stared lovingly at the box, but he wanted to make sure that Ramlal would keep his word and stay away from Miss Legnani. As he leaned forward and about to speak again, his voice blew out air as the melody began to emit from the enchanted box. Petipa almost fell to tears, but at the same time he felt hatred and jealousy. “HEAR ME NOW, MR. RAMLAL! YOU STAY AWAY FROM MISS LEGNANI OR… OR… I’LL-“
Ramlal looked up at Petipa and frowned at him, “You will what? Lock me up for being friends with Miss Legnani? I have done nothing wrong but befriend her and make her feel like a human. Not some sort of trophy. I’m assuming you are not going to pay for this box. I might as well gift it to her myself if you don’t. Ahem. And don’t think you can scare me old man, but I’m sure she would want someone a bit younger and stronger. Why would she want you, if she could have someone like me instead?” Ramlal began to chuckle evilly.
With a burst of outrage Petipa snatched the music box from the counter and ripped the roof off, “I guess you will have to remake it!” Ramlal dashed over the counter and tried to salvage the remains, but Petipa ripped the figurine out and began to smash the glass against the floor. “You will never see Miss Legnani again! And I will make sure of it!” Ramlal pushed Petipa out of the way and began to grab for the figurine before Petipa stepped on it. Instead Ramlal’s hand got caught by Petipa’s foot, “Show your face around the studio and I’ll make sure you’ll go to jail for trespassing!” Instantly Petipa pulled away and stomped out of the store.
Ramlal gasped in pain of his hand, “I’m sorry old friend, I had to save the little girl or she would have died.” He murmured before getting up. His hand appeared to be scratched up by the glass and wood, but he would easily fix it up. “I’m sorry little Miss, I shouldn’t have shown you to that old fool.” As Ramlal began to pick up the pieces and clean up his small shop, he began to notice that there was a chip in the figurine. He frowned at the small chip that was crested inbetween her breasts, “Oh, dear, this will not do at all. But wait. Maybe I can salvage this area.” He almost got the idea of trying to color over the chip, but instead he got a better idea.
Over the week Alexander Ramlal began to construct a new type of figurine that hasn’t been seen or used before. “Everyone will love it, it is my finest yet!” The small figurine had a tiny keyhole in the chest and now once she was standing on a small platform she would be easily winded up to life. No longer needing to perform as the song was played, but she can also dance in silence. Ramlal used a pin like key to have his little ballerina dance, “just in case the song was too much for one’s ears.” He’d mutter to himself.
Almost Time:It was starting to become too much for herself and she had to take a break from all the nonsense about the two males who wanted her as their bride. But yet, at the same time she wasn’t interested in either of them. Miss Legnani had too much on her plate and it started to flood with disgust, “Oh dear! What am I suppose to do? How am I going to tell them the truth? I do not wish to be wedded by neither of them. Mr. Petipa is very kind and generous. Mr. Ramlal keeps insisting I call him Alex, but I shall not! He too is too much for me. What am I suppose to do!? I can’t just run away with either of them… And I can’t run away! I am stuck in this hole.” Her fragile voice echoed in the silence of the empty studio. As usual, Miss Legnani was practicing her newest steps and she had to get them right. But for a month, she had trouble trying to concentrate, “why me?” She would continue to ask the same questions and repeated solutions that would not work at all, “Maybe I can just run! Run and don’t stop! But no, that wouldn’t work. I can kill myself? No, that’s just idiotic. I can hide and never be found, but I would be found eventually. I can’t do this anymore. Why don’t they understand? I do not want to love, I just want to dance.” Miss Legnani began to feel her eyes water and her cheeks burn, “Even if I was to choose, they would both kill each other… But … Mr. Ramlal has been so kind to even listen to my unspoken words… Oh dear me.”
Several hours had passed until Ramlal had walked into the studio and applauded Miss Legnani, “Bravo, bravo, now give her the trophy already.” He chuckled as he walked towards Miss Legnani and handed her a single rose. Miss Legnani taken the rose and sniffed the tip of one of the crimson petals. Her smile was deadly, as if to have the power to break a man’s heart along with stealing his soul. “Thank you, Mr. Ramlal. And please, don’t give me the lecture to call you, Alex. I like calling you Mr. Ramlal because it’s formal and I believe it should be respected, just as how you call me Miss Legnani.” She tried her best to keep her voice decent, but she wasn’t doing very well. Mr. Ramlal’s appearance began to appeal to her. His jacket opened, showing the white silk shirt that had been open a little bit for anyone to be curious to look at his bare chest. But Miss Legnani had other thoughts than just the girly ones, “Heh heh.” Mr. Ramlal smirked at her, “I have a gift for you, but you will not receive until tomorrow. Miss Legnani, I have an offer for you that you cannot resist. Please, consider it?”
For the longest time, Miss Legnani stared at Ramlal before frowning gently, “Oh dear, here we go. Umn. I’m sorry Mr. Ramlal, but after the ballet, I’d like to go to sleep. I wish not to do such a thing and just go out in the darkness. I’m sure we can do this in the morning or another day.”
Mr. Ramlal wasn’t pleased with his offer being twisted, but he would proceed with his idea, “Ok. In the morning, I’ll come early just for you and we’ll hope this little gift will change your mind about me.” He taken a bow and kissed the back of her knuckles before heading back out. Miss Legnani watched him, but couldn’t help but feel abandoned. “
lease don’t be upset…” She whispered to herself.
As usual like every other evening, Ramlal would return to his projects and finish up the last of his puppets. He would have them constructed a certain way that most would understand, but Ramlal’s special puppets were constructed in an advanced way that most would never understand. Ramlal used special chemicals and products to have his dolls feeling ‘real’, not just out of wood or clay. But tonight seemed to be different and it truly was. Ramlal headed back upstairs and vanished for the night. In a glass cabinet the ballerina figurines began to whistle from the wind that had blown in from the window. It was rather rare for that to happen, but something had touched the mini Miss Legnani. Maybe it had to do something with magic, but in those days, magic would be considered witchcraft or the devil’s work. The wind had blown across the figurine creating a small spark of life causing the figurine to drop to the floor of the cabinet with a ‘thud’ and ‘oophh!’
Brought to life by the Goddess of Melody and Song, the tiny figurine began to lift herself up on the tips of her toes. She began to stretch her body out and fix her small tutu at the same time. Her bright emeralds glittered to the sight of the several ballerinas that stood in the cabinet. “Oh! Well hello there sisters! Good morning! How are you? Did you have a good sleep too? Dear me, I wonder if master would be grateful to have me on the team!” She jumped up and down while clapping her glass hands together, “I can’t wait to perform with you all and -” She came to a stop and stared at the figurines that didn’t seem to have any life in them at all. “Oh, no, I suppose you weren’t given the same life as I was. I’m so sorry sisters. But don’t worry! I will be a good girl for our creator and maybe you will be brought to life too? I bet you would all love that! But you all have to do the same if I do this.” She nodded her head to the lifeless figurines. “Now, how do I get out of this stuffy place?”
!!TO BE CONTINUE!!Tell me what you think. If it's crap then thanks for letting me know. xD!
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