The ring of the swordfight meshed with the drama of the orchestra. Sweat was gathering, melting the edges of my makeup. My skirt twirled as I lunged at my "foe", piroutte-ing before slashing at him.
I paused, knowing what was next. He "stabbed" me. I fell into my minion's arms, dropping my sword with one final BANG! In a last attempt, I leapt forward, slashing at the Nutcracker before tumbling to the ground. I gave my death twitch, stiffling a grin. Chuckles rippled through the crowd.
Then, I was dragged away, feet in pointe shoes trailing behind.