Meet Son Ye Jin, a ballerina from Daegu with a big big dream; to become a prima ballerina. Born to dance, Son Ye Jin has dedicated all her life to honing her craft. Auditions for the Seoul Royal Ballet Dance Company is underway and Ye Jin finds hers...
"Was that a butterfly?" Ye Jin tilted her head to the side in wonderment.
"Ne, it was. Now, it's my turn." Hyun Bin stole a kiss from Ye Jin.
This was his kiss of blessing from the heavens.
Mortified yet completely enamoured by Hyun Bin's open affection, Ye Jin giggled shyly. Her giggles were light and beautiful, much like the tinkling bells coming from the entrance of a humble store selling finely baked focaccia.
"Mmm, something smells amazing, Binnie." Ye Jin hummed appreciatively, enjoying the warm aroma of freshly baked focaccia.
"Wait here, love." Hyun Bin stopped.
Planting a tender kiss on her forehead, Hyun Bin popped right into the store and ordered focaccia for them to share. Flavoured with olive oil and some herbs, the toasty focaccia wrapped by paper in his hands was the perfect snack for the lovers on the warm, wintery morning.
Arriving at the street which honourably housed the ancient La Scala Theatre, Hyun Bin and Ye Jin disappeared past the heavy intricate doors for their final dress rehearsal before their first performance in Italy.
Their day has just started but the clock was already ticking.
A day which started off so ordinarily to the lovers would perhaps be far from ordinary after all.
What was in store for Korea's Prince Charming and Swan Girl?
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TTM – 4:00:00
5 PM
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Teatro alla Scala, known for the rich history of art and culture rolled into a respectable and well-loved theatre by its people, was filled with the audience even an hour before the performance was due to start.
The backdrop of wood and red velvet adorning the walls of the theatre was gorgeous, much like the Baroque-era detailing on the balconies.
The familiar illuminating yellowish glow of the walls and deep red of the velvet showed signs of an ancientness which many would never be able to comprehend. There was no doubt that the theatre itself was royalty, and its performers, the servants to their master.
The only change in the past year was the lack of the chandelier hanging in the middle of the stage. Rather, the prop has long been removed and the sole surviving diamond chandelier hung humbly on the ceiling of the main auditorium, overlooking the audience.
But was that assurance enough for a certain prince?
In the wings, Hyun Bin was trying his best to remain the picture of calm for his swan girl who was nervously trying to tune out the overwhelming chattering coming from the auditorium. The whole performance tonight remained a disconcerting experience for them both for numerous reasons.
