How she got there was uncertain and the answer to that riddle may never be discovered. Some unknown force had stripped Kira Panthenol away from everything she has ever loved, known and held dear. It was so strange how it happened. One minute she was walking through the fields next to the church yard where she loved to practice her dance lessons and the next she was here. There was only a momentary blink of the eyes as the sun warmed her olive complexion. The wind blanketed and caressed her skin with its subtle tulip enriched touch that kept her spinning in a tranquil spring trance. Not too far away, the daisies applauded her deep and all consuming joy.
The new birthday present that was given just the day before, had proven it’s self to be an excellent asset. For months and every other day, subtle hints had been thrown out at random that Kira couldn’t live without a brand new Ipod and portable player. A rather pricy request for someone not normally fixated on worldly goods but the equipment would help with dance practice. No parties were ever thrown at the Panthenol home. Mr. Panthenol worked all the time and Mrs. Panthenol passed away five years ago. Still Harvey tried to indulge his only daughter when he could to hopefully quell the loneliness that smothered their humble dwelling.
Being quite adapt in computers, Harvey made sure that all of Kira’s favorite music had been downloaded onto the present as well. Some of the contemporary soundtracks that would often be heard in passing as everyone prepared to relax before bedtime were included, along with classic from Bach and other deceased composers from era’s past.
The last song had just finished as her eyes opened onto unfamiliar terrain. The tulip filled meadow vanished along with the decrepit red brick church whose window pains had been in desperate need of a painting or perhaps even replacement if it could be afforded by the small congregation that attended there.
In its place was a bustling courtyard of stone and mortar and the inhabitants traversing around wearing strangely outdated clothing. Upon closer inspection, all of the women within visual range wore dresses and the most of the men in strange looking trousers and suspenders. Some had been very well dressed from head to toe in a top hat and suit but most seemed to be what is best described as average.
An enormous brass horse and rider sheathing his sword towered above all in the middle of the square. Four silly looking fish held up the unknown hero and spewing water out of their mouths as though pushing everyone and everything else away so that the rider is glorified. The birds seemed to have been the only one noticing a new arrival appearing out of nowhere. The pigeons scattered briefly but quickly returned to peck up any possible morsel left from some kind stranger.
It was at that unconventional and everlasting second that Handel’s Messiah began to play and quite loudly since dancing wasn’t quite the same if the vibrations from the music couldn’t be felt. The crowd turned to follow this strange unusual demonstration. If anyone were ever really able to read other individuals minds or have access to their thoughts like some super hero, now would be an opportune moment. A great deal of questions arose during the fraction of a second that she had to develop a plan. Was time travel possible? Is this what had just happened? How was the crowd going to react if she had fallen in a not-so-friendly historical past? In the end there was only one obvious answer.
All eyes fixed to the direction of an invisible choir chanting a sonnet fitting enough to entice a heavenly ensemble to join in the praising chorus. Any thought of what could happen when the music stopped vanished along with all the doubts and fear of “will they like me?” This was the final test of faith that day. And so, Kira began to dance once more with the wind at her back, the birds as here support, and the music as her inspiration.