☀️ Arselia and Akonia

As she escorted Laikos backstage, Beata praised him again, expressing her full approval. "Well done! A fantastic debut! A natural performer!" She generously sprinkles her hands with talc for a better grip and returns to the stage, as if casually finding herself near the bars. "Whew... Laikos was really lifting some heavy things, wasn't he? You know, I'm already tired just from watching him! So, I won't do anything, I'll just take a little walk!" She signals to the musician to start playing. To the rhythm of the music, Beata leisurely walks towards the bars, and as soon as the first passage ends, the acrobat soars upwards, settling on the lower bar. "I'll sit here for a bit," she says, swinging her legs. Listening to the music, catching the right, anxious note, she does a backflip and grabs the upper bar with her hands, pulling her whole body up. In a second, she is slowly walking along the bar. "And in general, this is my show, and I'll do whatever I want. I want to walk here, and I will!" Beata theatrically stamps her foot just as the calm part of the melody ends and a dramatic rise begins. As if by chance, she stumbles and falls from the bar, but... ...of course, it was just a trick, and in a precisely calculated fall, Beata, as if at the last moment, grabs the lower bar and does a handstand. "Okay, you convinced me!" she shouts cheerfully, sending her body flying towards the upper bar, and the rest of her performance continues without comment. The gained experience is not an obstacle for her comparably strengthened muscles; her mind frantically works, going through acrobatic elements. Beata flits from bar to bar, generously incorporating half of a standard trapeze program – yes, there isn't much room to maneuver, and it doesn't look as impressive, but the sturdy pillars, which, as she found out during yesterday's rehearsal, can easily support two people, inspire much more confidence for the stage assembled in half a day. Beata improvises as usual – now no one will tell her that she is wrong and that it wasn't in the program; she is the program herself! And even if some backflips look a bit strange in an attempt to adapt them to a different apparatus, and a couple of sequences were put together frankly hastily, only another experienced acrobat could tell the difference. After all, if it works, it's not stupid, right? The music perfectly complemented the performance, adding the necessary intensity, organically raising the stakes – with such accompaniment, even simple elements seemed quite risky and dangerous. On the last chords, Beata stood on the bar in full height and jumped. Performing a somersault in the air, she skillfully landed on her feet and theatrically bowed, beaming with a smile.