A snowy flurry was once again gracing the stage of the lonely theater, sending ribbons of white, icicle hair billowing with each graceful twist. With much on her mind and little to keep her occupied from dwelling on the mental clutter, she had come to the familiar theater. The solitude, though detrimental to the issue at hand, was her confidant, and her own daily routine of ballet practice, her distraction. It wouldn't help for very long, but anything was welcomed to keep her mind occupied. A spider distracted was a spider vulnerable, after all.

Completing one last final pirouette, Alice pivoted on a narrow heel to bound across the stage on her toes. The dark frills of her black, aristocratic lolita outfit bounced about her lily-white thighs at each graceful action. A frilled pinafore swayed higher up on her chest. It was a little tight, but not so much as to restrict movement. The solid black of the outfit created a stunning contrast against her pure white hair swirling above. For once, she felt a bit at peace, again. Not in mind, but in body. Dancing was her forte; with her lithe, slender build, even more so. Not to say that seducing and breaking others' hearts wasn't high on her skill list either. A true tempest, she was. While flirting and ensnaring others in her frozen web was an arguably grotesquely-beautiful sight, it was when dancing where the alabaster spider truly came alive. 

The number finished with another pivot and an elegant pose. Facing towards the absent audience, the snowy widow flashed her icy eyes up through her thick white lashes, arms angled out to either side of her - one higher than the other, and a pale leg thrown out to he side. Her chest heaved slightly. Beads of sweat glistened like jewels among the snowfield of pallid skin. Another successful private rehearsal finished. Letting out a weary, cold breath, she broke from her pose and ran an ivory hand through a few loose strands of hair, adjusting the stray threads. With rehearsal over, that left idleness, and idleness left a window of opportunity for all those cluttering thoughts to invade again. She for once felt invaded by her own web. She needed another distract for the time being. Be that distraction her own doing...or a wandering insect. 

Off in the left wing of the stage, hidden within the shadows of the heavy velvet curtains, a second dancer kept her silence. She had planned on practicing in the gym today but with the sudden downpour of rain other athletics had taken up the space. Hence, why she had appeared here. It had been fluttered about campus that this place was generally empty. Just her luck that it wouldn't be, the one time she wanted to have use of it's facilities. Arms lifted to cross over her chest and her eyes narrowed slightly. This white haired girl was good, she'd give her that. Her movements were flowing and extensions made her limbs seem longer than they really were.

Vivian pursed her lips as she watched the dancer for a while longer, then as she slowed into a final pose, she turned and headed for the door that would lead out into the audience instead of stepping on to the stage. Once the door was closed silently behind her she began a slow clap, each beat matching to her own steps.

Since only the stage was lit in the theater, it was easy for her to remain mostly in shadow, only the outline of her figure showing her movements. This was almost exciting, to remain in the darkness when she was so use to the spotlight. Truth be told she hadn't even come here to dance. The lack of mirrors here wouldn't help her get the movements she wanted to study today perfected. Instead she was going to stretch muscles she hadn't in far too long.

Now that she was in the audience, she could see the piano hidden away off to the side of the stage. Her query now found, she continued her slow progress toward it. The girl didn't bothering to answer any questions the girl may have thrown her direction if there were any at all. Whether she wasn't paying attention, or just didn't care.. Who knew? Though her steps were slow, they were far spaced and she made it to the instrument in little time. Deft hands lifted the lid that hid the ivory and obsidian keys then those same long digits ghosted over a few of them before depressing a chord. It rung out in the room, the acoustic tiles covering the walls and roof of the theater made the sound echo eerily. A slight nod and she finally turned her blue hues to the dancer on stage as she settled on the bench and she started to play a slow, haunting melody. It was always better to dance to music and if the girl wanted to continue her practice she was more than welcome. Or she could listen. Either was fine with Vivian. She just wanted to practice some of her other talents while she had the chance and a rather small audience instead of a teacher harping at her from the corner of the room.

Ghostly orbs flickered up and casted their icy light across the darkness of the nonexistent audience. A clap had seized her attention from somewhere within that darkness. An intruder among her web. No former vibration had been detected. Alice wasn't at the top of her game at the moment. It wasn't a loss to her, however. This wandering soul did not seem like prey.

How long had the girl been there? It was true she'd admit she had a hole in her silken system - a tear in her frozen web. But to miss a presence completely. That was a detrimental flaw. It could be fixed in time eventually with the correct placement of threads, but that required excessive vigilance and more than just a temptress's silver tongue; both of which she didn't have much of the focus to expend right now. Either way, she couldn't really see this previously undetected presence clearly through the dark was yet, so she relied on sense and sound. She had no reason to question her presence, really. Shifting her weight to one hip, the dancer crossed her slender arms in front of her chest, tracking the other's movements by sound.

A low hum suddenly shuddered through the still air of the theater. It was the dark tone of a piano; tones of such intrsument which Alice, as a skilled pianist herself, knew quite well. At first, the icy ballerina was amused. She tipped her head towards the sound, ribbons of her shoulder-length white hair billowing about a slanted shoulder. The resonating sound swelled until it slid into the grave of a chilling melody. So this shadow was a pianist, hm? Perhaps she decided to provide music, though whatever the reason, Alice didn't quite contemplate fully. Snowflake lashes fell slightly over the glistening frosty eyes.

Feeling at a usual absence of speech, she channeled the flow of the eerie melody in her mind; the rythm, the tempo, the chords. This could be an interesting accompaniment. Finally, the frozen spider loosened her tense joints and synchronized with the tune, bounding across the stage at a gradual pace while slowing even more at some points to perform an on-tempo pirouette. Her movements were fluid, but more mechanical now, as to add to the haunting tone of the pianist's song. Like an albino doll awaken from its slumber. Each pivot of a pale heel spiraled her into another slow, flurrying twirl. Her target was grace and mystery; not so much show; although she did not sacrific form and technique even with the sluggish tempo. This was certainly intriguing. Who was this phantom pianist? Did she even want to know?

As the piece continued on, the tempo slowly rose, complicated tunes wrapping within one another before ringing out in a singular vibrant note. Even though she was shrouded in the darkness, it was easy for the girl to keep her eye on Alice. Actually, her gaze never left her even as she played. This song was one she knew well. One she could play in her sleep. That was her reason for picking it. She wanted to evaluate the dancer before her and never miss a beat.

Just when the song sounded like it was ending, drawing to a close, a low sound rung out in its place before the tempo wrapped around the voice that carried around the theater. This was the only time she looked away from the dancer. Her head tipped back and her smile grew bright as she finally let free what she had been keeping hidden for so long.

The voice of an angel had often been used in reference to the teen's abilities, but she would much rather just spread the want to dance and the love of music around the world rather than awe people. Even without the many extensive years of training at Reinhardt, she had been good. Only the best could enter that school and now years later.. She had only grown. High notes didn't even hold a touch of strain, low notes carried just as well as high ones and her pronunciation of words was clear and clean. The high of singing would never get old, but the high of dancing was even greater. The exertion of muscles and sweat that would coat the body to show the amount of work being put into the routine could always be seen. The amount of work put into training your voice.. It was far less known to the outer world. But both held passion that could practically be tasted in the air. This was her life. It would always be her life.

Viv glanced back at the dancer, just as her voice reached the highest pitch of the piece. She had hoped her singing had not caused the girl any sort of pause or shocked her into a stumble. That was not her intent at all. It was a simple need of practice and with another there they could work off of each other. Alice would have a pianist and Vivian could gain some movements by watching the girl dance.

Alice never missed a beat of the piano's low melody. As the tempo rose, her graceful movements complied and she followed it in sync with each bound, pirouette, and position. She eventually perched on her supporting leg and stretched out her working leg behind her in a precarious arabesque position when the song slowed into an individual, low note. On the tips of her toes, her body swayed slightly. Concentration was key to ballet. It was more important than form firsthand, and couldn't be compromised by anything else. There would be a strain, even with the most limber of muscles, but, not being able to feel pain, Alice couldn't have felt it at all. She had no concept of the pain that often came with ballet, even if her feet bled with how much she practiced. Though what was excessive practice if you loved doing something immensely?

Finally a voice rang out. It diffused heavily throughout the confines of the theater; washed over the stage and evaporated across the roof high above. It could be heard from all corners of the dark building with the remarkable acoustics it had. And it was beautiful. A voice of a true angel. It made Alice wonder just who her little accompanist was. The presence of the singing voice shocked Alice at first. Her position shuddered from its frozen elegance for a moment, but was compromised with a graceful twist on the toes that still touched the ground. The leg that had been arched outwards was pulled back in at an angle to briefly contact the inner thigh of her other leg. In another snow flurry, the ivory dancer was off bounding across the stage again with a greater glistening elegance. This was wonderful. The notes of the other's song, blending and carrying without strain. It sounded like the singer really did enjoy what singing. Truly, it was beautiful.

Alice still couldn't really see her in the darkness off the stage, but she kept her frosty gaze glossed over the direction in which she perceived the sound. At the highest pitch, the lily-white figure perched into a Effacé devant, keeping her working leg crossed out in front of her supporting leg. An arm formed a graceful arch over her head which was turned to look once more in the direction of the pianist. Snow-white fringes of hair came to rest comfortably just above her shoulders at the halted pose. Just for a moment, for the first time in what could be deemed an eternity, the snowy spider smiled a little. Frosted lips had curled slightly in the direction of the pianist, non-verbally expressing her gratitude and her passion for what she did. Was the phantom pianist perhaps smiling too? She pictured she was. The icy widow held the aesthetic position, waiting for either the next note to bound off again or the conclusion of the song.

When Alice trained her gaze in her direction, Vivian met that scrutiny, locking the two of them in a heated stare while lost in their own passions. She knew the other girl couldn't see her, but her look still sent a shiver down her spine. This girl's ability outshone many of the girl's at her old school. She definitely had to keep her in mind if she ever got another crew together. It was likely that she wouldn't be interested, but she could try, right? Her fingers continued to travel across the piano for a few more moments before it faded out. She slowly lifted her hands and lowered the piano's lid to cover the ivory and obsidian.

The little smirk wasn't lost to the girl. It was the first facial expression she had seen the white haired girl give. It lifted her spirits. This is what music and dance was for. To lift the spirit and bring happiness to the ones involved. She smiled down at the piano as her hand caressed over the worn hood then silently stood. There weren't any words she could give to the other than what she had already said. Perhaps they would run into each other some other time. For now.. The secrecy would be nice. She didn't need people riddling her to sing for them or join their clubs.

Her hand disappeared into her backpack and a single blue rose was picked out of the bouquet she had bought in town to put up in her room. The long stemmed flower was laid across the piano's lid before she turned and moved to the exit. As she moved out of the door, the light eclipsed her slender frame, darkening her features. A glance over her shoulder and she was gone.

As the melody evaporated, so did Alice's stiff pose. Her raised arm lowered slightly to meet the other, both entwining to settle crossed across her slender torso. The pianist seemed to have finished. There was the soft audible closing of the piano's lid. Half of her expected the phantom pianist to make herself know. Though after a moment, she realized that that half of her had been wrong. The pianist didn't step into proper view, nor approached from the shadows at all. Instead, frosted eyes found themselves settling on a silhouetted figure in the doorway; features of whose were far to dark to distinguish. Then all of a sudden the girl was gone. Just like a phantom.

Alice remained immobile on her frozen perch on the stage. An arm slid up to prop its elbow atop the other which now held slung across her waist, the folded hand coming to rest just below her sharp chin in her usual analytical position. The whole event set a spark of curiosity and intrigue blazing off in her snowy mind. Just who was this mysterious stranger, the one with the singing voice of an angel? For once, Alice was intrigued enough to actually go looking for someone. And for once, that someone was not just prey. The alabaster spider finally broke her iced over state and took a few sweeping, elegant strides towards where the mysterious figure had been playing the piano. Sweat glistened across the snowfield of frosted skin like jewels. It had been a while since she had danced with so much passion like that. Maybe it was just the fact that there had been accompaniment. Or perhaps it was because she was inspired by the passion the other seemed to have when she transmitted the piano's melody into angelic song. Either way, it did feel refreshing she would admit.

Looking to the piano, a flower came into view. One with petals of an exotic blue and a long emerald stem. A blue rose. It was laying on the lid of the piano; a token of the phantom pianist, maybe? This only ignited Alice's curiosity more. Curiousity was normally dangerous for the spider, but this time, it was purely genuine. She wanted to know the identity of this mystery girl. Of this blue rose phantom pianist. This figure with the voice of an angel. If her frozen web was laid correctly, she'd be able to locate her eventually. Tossing her icy gaze back to the door, a ghost of a smirk flickered across her pale lips. They would meet again, that Alice would make sure of. Surely, some day.