My feather thing

"The Cabaret des Etoiles is looking to enlarge its troupe of dancers and singers – Amateur artists welcome – Please contact us by private message for more information"

These few succinct words on a dispatch not long ago brought him today in a completely unexpected way to step onto the stage of this shimmering cabaret. On reading them his heart had vibrated intensely, confirming that fate could offer great opportunities to those who patiently awaited them, and who ardently seized them. At the announcement of his audition, those around him were mocking at best and disapproving at worst.

No one can afford to live your dream these days, so it's easier to stifle those of others.

" A cabaret ?! A cabaret ?! a place of depravity for whores, yes! His outraged father exclaimed, the news leaving him with a bitter and unpleasant taste.
Never mind, if his wish was to see the doors of such an establishment open, he would have to take this one without looking back he had meant while pointing his stiff finger and trembling at the door of the house. 'Entrance.

There are dreams of delicate feathers and iridescent sequins which despite all their beauty fail to soften a heart. It is equally true to say that taking responsibility for these lifestyle choices illuminates him.

It was by making the choice to advance today on this stage with a timid step, while scrutinizing every minute detail of the performance hall with great curiosity, that his dream could finally begin.

A voice taken aback at first but imbued with benevolence was heard and resounded loudly in the cabaret:

"Mr. Riton, we are yours, we look at you, it's when you want …"