Yulya Metelkina, a rising star of contemporary dance, came with the theater “Shock” to the famous festival in Elite-sur-West. There she was to make her debut in a show-performance, where Yulia was supposed to perform completely naked.

That is, completely. That is all.

It was a difficult decision, to which life slowly, but surely, led Julia throughout the last month. Her number was the dance of Mavka, a wood fairy, into which Julia was to be turned, painting her from head to foot with green and brown colors. Initially, it was assumed that she would dance topless. Yulia toiled for a long time, but the chance to show off in Europe and the fact that a whole kunstkamera of naked spirits danced with her still persuaded her to agree. True, the spirits were extras, and Yulia - the soloist, also the youngest of them all: just the day before the flight she was eighteen. Up until the premiere, she rehearsed in shorts and a bathing suit.

When she painted her thigh for testing, it turned out that the pants, even the densest, constantly strive to slide off, opening a strip of unfinished skin that pricked the eyes of the director. Tried to paint Julia under his underpants, but the paint was washed off, and the same thing came out. We tried to sculpt a sticker on the crotch, but Julia sat on the splits - and the sticker flew away.

Having shabby poor Julia half to death, she was faced with the fact: either she dances without everything, or she brings the troupe.

It was some three hours before the performance. Almost crying, Julia substituted herself with the make-up artist Slava, who undertook to turn her into a tree fairy.

A naked debutante was chilled by a whole cocktail of ice - both excitement and awkwardness in front of people whom she had known well for a long time, and a strange feeling that drove a brush that slid over the skin into her. Ezabavlala word "paint", ordinary in the dressing room, but now it was painted, like a fence or bench - long sliding strokes throughout the body. They conjured over her for a long, long time, until Julia began to imagine that she was turning into a thing, into a doll, that she was replaced, and instead of her now this naked green freak ... She was painted from head to toe, sprinkled with sugary varnish, outlined , they sprayed it with varnish, turned her hair into a sticky green helmet - and finally let it go in peace, severely instructing not to sit down and not to dress until it dried out.

Yulia was drying in the corridor of the corridor so that nobody would touch it and smear the paint. The whole troupe was jostling close by, and anyone who saw Julia looked at the presence of cowards on her. The more they squinted at her, the stronger the strange sweetish feeling was flushing her - it seemed that people's views were taking her weight away, and she was becoming transparent, like a ghost.

Calls rang out. Music burst out, the curtain opened ...

It seemed like a second had passed, and the hall was already beaming with applause. Julia pushed to bow, throwing her robe. “How is everything already?” She thinks, radiating 120% charm with a smile and body. “The show is more than an hour ...” “The only thing she remembers is the breathing of her partners, the awkwardness of the paint that tightened her skin, and that sweet feeling that filled Yulia so much that she could not smell the heels of the scene. It settled in her, stuck together with tickling scale on the nerves and, although Julia was in a bathrobe, it all seemed to her that she was naked.

She is congratulated, hugged, squeezed, admired with her, and Julia thinks how it happened that instead of her, Julia Metelkina, a naked green doll danced without feelings and memory danced.Journalists require a photo session, and here on Julia again there is no robe, and the green doll bends, taking poses, and Julia is watching her from the side. Then everything went off somewhere - both colleagues, and journalists, and voices; there was only scum on the nerves and the very feeling that lifted Yulina's hips into the air, like a balloon.

Julia was looking for her artistic. She was always poorly oriented, and now she just got lost in this maze full of laughter, hustle and French words. She either didn’t guess, or was shy, to ask for directions, and everything seemed to her that she had almost arrived - the turns of endless corridors were so similar.

Finally, she realized that she had wandered somewhere out of place.

Voices moved beyond the thickness of the walls and buzzed somewhere above. In the corner was a shabby sofa. There was a mirror in front of him.

Julia suddenly realized that she never saw her painted. Before the performance, she courageously turned away from the mirrors so as not to lose her image. Nerves tickled chill: she was to meet with Green Doll.

Slowly going to the mirror, Julia stared at an indescribable creature for a long, long time, which at first looked at it with a drooping jaw, and then began to smile.

“Friendly cute ghost,” said Julia to the creature.

She also said something to her - probably agreed. Or maybe not.

- Well, yes, you're Mavka. Pardonnn, - Julia drawled.

Her Mavka was completely different. And the audience clapped just this.

So weird...

Between the legs of a green Mavka, a skillfully painted over gaped, but nevertheless undoubtedly covered by That Most Place. Seeing him, Julia felt that her bare thighs were about to melt, like sugar in boiling water.

She looked around and listened. Voices were buzzing somewhere in the outskirts. The corridor was empty.

Sitting on the sofa, Julia spread her legs and touched herself with an inky black hand. Green Doll did the same.

For a while, Julia watched her vibrate in the pink middle. Then suddenly she was shy, closed her eyes, leaned back and gave herself to the weary wave that demanded a way out.

All the views that had passed through her bare thighs and stuck to her nerves, suddenly melted, flowed and enveloped Julia with a green-brown syrup. She choked and floundered in him, and finally the syrup boiled, and Julia was dragged to the desired initiative, and she whined and died there, turning inside out ...

“Really naked - when the nerves are out, and everyone sees what you have ...” - someone in Yulia thought, while she fell into a dream.

***

This is an indescribable feeling when you wake up and you can not understand where you are ... Julia knew him well.

And therefore she was hardly frightened, but patiently waited for it to pass.

At first she thought she was at home. Julia tried to find a bedside table with a mobile phone in the dark, to see what time it was, and was angry with her mother, who moved the furniture to hell.

Then she suddenly realized that she was not lying, but sitting. More precisely, reclining.

That puzzled her. Shivering shivering, Julia rummaged around in search of a blanket.

The hand, not finding him, slid over his naked body. It was somehow rough, as if Julia had been pasted over with wallpaper.

Suddenly, Julia jumped.

"THEATERSPEKTKLGASTROLIGOLAYAVAKRASKE!" - One lump flashed in her.

Darkness reigned around. "I fell asleep ... did not find ... turned off the light ..."

In theory, there was nothing terrible about it. Return tickets they had already for the day after tomorrow. You can continue to sleep, and in the morning they will come here, find her, and everything will be as it should.

But at the mere thought of how she would be found, naked and grinded like a toy monster, and find out that she was childishly lost and fell asleep ... Besides, Julia no longer wanted to sleep. And it was really cold.

To warm up, Julia began to do an ordinary ballet warm-up - and it hit the jamb painfully.

It was necessary to get somewhere, where the lighter.

From the depths of the corridor there was a vague glow. Groping, holding the walls, Julia went there. Bare foot was cold tiled floor.

Reaching the stairwell, she again took up the workout. Now, with a fresh head, it was strongly felt how the paint tightens the lacquered body. Grabbing her head, Julia gasped - instead of hair, her hands felt the turtle shell.

A little warmed up, she climbed up the stairs, towards the light (he was burning on one of the upper floors).

Finally getting out to the dim lamp, Julia suddenly recognized her artistic form. There were all her things.

She pulled the door. Closed.

For a minute, Julia thought about what to do. I didn’t want to wait until morning: she suddenly became terrified in this empty dark theater, where the Phantom of the Opera must have been sitting in some corner. (Hehe ....