Song Analysis: The Napoleon Secret By Sam Paris
The Napoleon Secret by Sam Paris
All rights reserved Prologue Tuesday. Stockholm Royal Opera. 6:35 P.M.
Youthful Ballet dancer Libra Kennedy dropped to her knees on the slanted floor of the Royal Opera. She reached for her duffle bag, a Louis Vuitton’s. Fighting to control a surge of nausea, the nineteen-year old frantic fingers fumbled blindly inside the exotic crocodile leather purse until she found the powerful drug, an extra-strength painkiller.
Just as she feared, the pain returned with a vengeance, spreading through her body like wildfire. Libra washed the pill down with one large gulp of her bottled water. Seconds later, her cellphone hummed.
The dancer ignored the call, curling into an embryo position, thinking agonizingly. I am …show more content…
“No. The energy of nature is inside me. I won’t be defeated!”
With one swooping move, the the youthful artist was back on her feet.
“God and nature have healed cut on my finger once,” the dancer reasoned. “God and nature can also heal any damage to my whole body and mind.”
Walking to the center of the stage, Libra assumed a classic Quatrieme devant stance.
“Let’s do this Libra kennedy!” She stated, as if addressing herself as motivational mentor.
Though slightly groggy from the desensitizing effect of the strong medication, the resistant ballet performer extended her arms to the sides, and took a full breath. In a nano second, the dancer exploded into a dizzying pirouette, spinning counter-clockwise like a human tornado.
“Spin fifty, Spin fifty, Spin fifty!” Libra exclaimed, whirling around the room like the epicenter of a tropical storm. The words leaving her mouth were mental labels she created to help her keep centered, enabling her to cope with pain while dancing.
It worked. Inside minutes the artist was in full execution mode. "We can do this, we can do this!" She let herself know, as she strolled to the north edge of the
All rights reserved Prologue Tuesday. Stockholm Royal Opera. 6:35 P.M.
Youthful Ballet dancer Libra Kennedy dropped to her knees on the slanted floor of the Royal Opera. She reached for her duffle bag, a Louis Vuitton’s. Fighting to control a surge of nausea, the nineteen-year old frantic fingers fumbled blindly inside the exotic crocodile leather purse until she found the powerful drug, an extra-strength painkiller.
Just as she feared, the pain returned with a vengeance, spreading through her body like wildfire. Libra washed the pill down with one large gulp of her bottled water. Seconds later, her cellphone hummed.
The dancer ignored the call, curling into an embryo position, thinking agonizingly. I am …show more content…
“No. The energy of nature is inside me. I won’t be defeated!”
With one swooping move, the the youthful artist was back on her feet.
“God and nature have healed cut on my finger once,” the dancer reasoned. “God and nature can also heal any damage to my whole body and mind.”
Walking to the center of the stage, Libra assumed a classic Quatrieme devant stance.
“Let’s do this Libra kennedy!” She stated, as if addressing herself as motivational mentor.
Though slightly groggy from the desensitizing effect of the strong medication, the resistant ballet performer extended her arms to the sides, and took a full breath. In a nano second, the dancer exploded into a dizzying pirouette, spinning counter-clockwise like a human tornado.
“Spin fifty, Spin fifty, Spin fifty!” Libra exclaimed, whirling around the room like the epicenter of a tropical storm. The words leaving her mouth were mental labels she created to help her keep centered, enabling her to cope with pain while dancing.
It worked. Inside minutes the artist was in full execution mode. "We can do this, we can do this!" She let herself know, as she strolled to the north edge of the