Burvington Preparatory Academy of Excellence.
Home of the "Burlie" Boys.
The richest , said to be strongest and some of the most genius minds in all of Great Britain. Home to the 4 most powerful boys (and then some) . They do, say and be who the...
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October 7th
THE STAGE WAS AN OMINOUS BLACK. A DARKNESS SWIRLED AROUND IT, ENVELOPING EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE.
IT BLINKED AT THEM.
The darkness however, seemed unable touch Nikita Acharya.
In this state,
no one could.
Her bronzed skin shone against the harsh stage light, nothing could dampen her beauty, only enhance it.
Her dark eyes closed as she moved,
seemingly gliding through the stage.
In the corner of the stage sat a piano, in use by a musically gifted boy. The fingers glided rapidly against the keys. Nikita moved and swayed as the crescendos rose and rose,
and rose,
and -
"Thāmbā! " she screeched so loudly everyone froze.
(stop!)
The piano boy jumped stunned.
Her voice resounded through the grand auditorium, her stop! rung through everyone's ears. Whether they were on the stage or not.
"What is that tune supposed to represent Marcus? huh?" Nikita's eyes held a fire like always, her glossed lips in a scowl.
Marcus gulped, thank God the piano hid his shaking knees very well. He saw it better not to answer.
"......"
"WELL? " She tutted, eyes wide. His silence making her more irritable than before.
