theatrical E|N|C|O|U|N|T|E|R|S (Rowe)

[MASAAKI HOTAKA TSUKIOMI]

Even if it is possible,
What can I possibly do?

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What was it that made a performer famous? Is it truly the kind of skill one displays on his performance which brings out the greatness in them? Or is it perhaps the kind of stage the person is set upon during the stageplay he is set to perform at? Whatever it was, there seemed to be one fact at the moment: whoever gets to perform within these grand theatre walls had definitely made it big. The Teatro Alla Scala was just that famous for its numerous grand performances of both the musical and the dramatic, perhaps a place where a person can reach their highest state of self-awareness as an actor or performer. It was a place Masaaki himself wanted to enter, not as a mere audience but as one of those performing on stage. It was a goal that was perhaps…unattainable.

Personally, he could no longer recount the number of times he had visited that place, yet each time he did felt like it was his first time there. No matter how many times he would look up at the grand structure, he could only feel a sense of awe in him. It was a building with a lot of history in it, and personally, he has never really had a chance to witness any of the shows that happen within. He was curious, really wanting to experience firsthand what might have made the place so extravagant and worthy of being recognized as the “leading opera house in the world”. As for himself, the only place he would perhaps ever be recognized for his own performances was back in Japan, performing the traditional dances and music while playing crossdresser. And although he may love performing, it wasn’t to fun having to act like a girl in all of those acts he did. A little amusing, but still not that much of a pleasurable thing.

As for now, he was a little thankful he did not need to wear some of those women exclusive kimonos and the heavy make-up on his face, the butler suit being a much better suitable thing to wear. Yet since he was taking a simple stroll on that fine weekend, he dare not don the prescribed attire he wears most of the week, instead just sporting simple clothing. His clothing was rather loose tough, ranging roughly in his thin frame since he found such more comfortable than anything constricting. Even dressed as a guy though, it was perhaps easy to mistake him to be some tomboy instead if it weren’t for the excessively long hair and his feminine face. And whilst the breeze against his frame calmed it, a strong gust was enough the undo the red string that loosely held his hair together, letting the blue locks fall from its tied state as the tie flows along with the wind. Ah! My hair tie! he thought as he held his hair that flowed with the wind, later giving chase to the string that rode the skies.

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What can I do to change
This tiny, box-garden reality?

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| Tagged | Rowe
| Words | 502
| Music | Hemisphere by Maaya Sakamoto
| Notes | Meh...Not my best I guess. I'm not too good at starters.
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