piepost french aristocrats washed once a year and drfecated in the corners of the room. Also most of them were killed during the revolution. Not so dreamy huh.
I can almost hear the buzzing conversations, the sound of the dancers feet on the ground echoing in the hall, the crystal glasses’ clear song when they bump against the teeth, the subtle rustling of the dresses against the gentlemen thighs, their breaths, their laughters. I can almost smell the captious perfumes on the slightly sweaty skins, their rouge maliciously hidden behind the fans. Ah! Haunting!
Me irl: **wearing sweatpants, hoodies, sneakers, with my headphones on, and resting bitsh face** Me in my head: **listening to this while feeling cute and imagining I’m a princess right now**
Same though. I’m imagining myself dancing in a huge ballroom with a big dress and those white gloves that princesses wear, high heels, jewelry, and fancy hair. I’m dancing with some man I don’t even know who and we’re dancing in sync with other couples dancing. I feel so fancy lol
or we could be the one that's dying while the music slowly fades until we finally die at the end : ( like towards the end we start hearing the ambulance sirens and stuff but it's too late...
You are running into the building, you tried telling him earlier you love him and that the woman he is marrying is trying to kill him. After all, you grew up with the fool and you two always looked out for one another. You sneak into the coat room, your friends help you into the ball gown. You exit and thank him, your walking, having your mask on as this is a masquerade theme wedding. You see the guards, you try tk act casual and they watch you walk pass them, until one of them tries to stop you as you looked familar. You start to run and they yell "stop!". You bolt off and they begin to chase you. Your running around trying to get inside the ball room. He thinks about what you said earlier, you always loved him... the woman he is marrying is trying to kill him. His now wife, pulls him to dance floor, "lets dance and forget about what happened earlier". he nods in agreement as to forget the whole ordeal. You run onto a balcony, over looking the ball. You see him dancing with the wife. You yell but he cant hear you. The doors open behind you You turn seeing the guards and jump onto the flag polls and slide all the way down , ripping parts of your dress. The guards try grabbing you but you let go and hit the floor. You get up, disheveled and smile at people, you speed walk to the dance floor, mask still on you try to find him. He is looking at his wife, conflicted and she, bubbly and smiling. He looks away, his mind is on you. You yell his name, he looks around as he faintly heard his name. He asks his wife "did you hear that?" she says no. You yell again, "there, right there I heard it." "Are you hearing correctly darling?". You push through the crowd still yelling. He looks around and spots you, he leaves his wife and yells your name. You turn around and see him, you run, pushing people yelling his name until you meet. He asks you what the hell are you doing here, your out if breath trying to tell him yoy have proof. His wife comes up " I thought you were sent away". "Well Im back, you bitch!". she lunges at you and he breaks you guys apart, he says "You must leave, this is my wedding". the wife snickers, you pull out the letter and the wife's face changes to fear and anger. "Whats this?" "just read it". "no" , "Come'on! read it!". He looks annoyed but opens it after a minute. He is reading it all the while the wife is trying to stop him. He eventually looks up, "is this forreal?" the wife stumbles and looks at you "you liar! darling please get her out of here!". "this is your handwriting! your signature!... HOW DARE YOU!"the wife stumbles back as he yells at her. you stand there, smirking at her, he turns to you, you stop. He obviously pissed, turns back to his supposed wife, comes up to her face and whispers "get out, now.." she's gasping, stuttering and apologizing but he yells louder "GET OUT!". She quiets, walks past him, to the dinning table that is near you. She stops then turns screaming while running at you with a knife. He pushes you out of the way, grabs her and throws her down. Yells for the guards to take her away all the while she is screaming. He lifts you up and says, "are you alright?". You dust yourself off "yeah, Im alright". Everyone continues to dance again. "I can't believe you saved me after all I said to you. you must think Im a fool for not believing". You stare at him, his head hanging. You pat his shoulder, smile and then laugh, "What are friends for?" he looks at you confused, you stand there with a blank face then smile and he smiles getting the joke. You guys laugh and you say "just shut up and come here" you hug him. He seems to hold you tighter, you back a little smiling at him. He is smiling at you, you two slowly move in for a kiss. He asks "May I have this dance?... My love". You bow, "yes... my love" smiling and laughing you two dancing the night away knowing you have found each other again and will spend the rest of time together.
Plot twist: you're Aurora's best friend who's secretly been in love with her for years, sitting and watching her marry a Prince while remembering all your fond memories and trying to remain composed when you're breaking inside.
Awww helll! This legit made me tearing eyed when I went back and relistened to it immediately upon reading your comment. This changes EVERYTHING and I was not prepared for it.
Delilah x where this song sits in the ballet version, this is Aurora’s friends all dancing before she makes her entrance for her 16th birthday party, where she gets gifted the spindle. So you’re kind of on the money for there being a bad thing looming during this song.
When he started visiting that girl in the woods, I thought nothing of it. We were close, nothing bad was going to happen. Yes, I assured myself hundreds of times, never articulating my doubts. It wouldn’t matter if I did, we were simply friends. It was a good summer. One of friendship and adventure and pure bliss. One of longing and thrill and disappointment. He started to go see her more often. And there I sat, perched on a rock with a side view of the palace-feeling a bit bored-waiting, hoping, and utterly and absolutely in love. We’re all straining for something that we simply just can’t reach. Dreams, stars, a most likely unrequited love riding through the woods, in search of someone else. He came back in a rush, not acknowledging me. He told me there were bigger matters at hand. She was turning sixteen soon. That was the last time he spoke to me. It wasn’t big, it wasn’t grand. He just gradually slipped from my grip and I blissfully ignored fate prying my friend from me and delivering it into the delicate hands of a princess. Because that’s all we were and all we were ever grow to be. A flower can’t grow if you stomp on it. So the ever growing flame in my heart was handed to the hands it belonged in. The hands of a prince and a princess. The dirt floor looked appealing. I’d grab a shovel and dig myself a grave. Except I’d already done that three summers ago when I spotted him from my window. His was higher up, but I lived on a hill. He didn’t see me. A grass hill doesn’t compare to a castle of gold. Was there a certain point in time where I stopped being good enough? Or was I never good enough? Maybe I was just past digging my feet in the grass and ignoring it? Past swallow in down that ugly green feeling? Maybe there was one day when he realized he wanted more than dirt covered hugs and sneaking into the woods and making faces behind other people’s backs. I guess I understand. He was slowly fading from my embrace and when the big reveal came, it wasn’t an explosion, just a weak link of paper ripping in two. There was a myth about a girl. Taken to live in the woods, for her own safety. Visited by a handsome prince. He left everything behind to save her from the toll of 100 years of sleep. When everyone heard of the curse, people weren’t scared. They’d heard the story thousands of times. Coincidence, turn of fate, history repeating itself. The whole kingdom was to be covered in thorns. And he was to sacrifice everything to save her. Including me. Some people were outside of the kingdom bounds when it happened, my father among them. At least he died of old age. But I mustn’t think of such doom and gloom. I have a wedding to attend. His wedding. If I said it hurt a little bit, I’d be lying. It hurts a lot. Over time, he wedged little toothpicks into my heart. Now, he pushed them deeper and twisted until my heart was just a shred of paper on the ground. The best part? He did it unknowingly, with his eyes closed. I will not carry this torch. I will not hold this grudge. So I prick my finger mockingly on a decoration, step forward and bow. “Your Majesty.” im sorry for this, i was bored and had 15 min to spare ;)
sitting on the soft and lumpy chair as i looked in the mirror. “i’m getting married,” i told myself in my head.listening to the sweet song of the musicians outside as i hear my mother call me. “Aurora!” she cried out “where are you?” as she found her way to the room i was patiently waiting in. “oh my sweet baby you look wonderful” she said in a gasp. she looked at me with the most loving eyes and tells me to hurry so i could see my waiting husband and become a wife. “mother i’m getting married!” i cried out in glee. “yes my darling, and you’re going to look wonderful doing it.” she says with a chuckle. “now hurry we don’t have all day !” “alright mom give me just a little bit and i will be out” “alright my little one see you in a bit” her voiced echoed happily as she left the room. i’m getting married i thought to myself, i’m getting married.
This sounds like you're at the wedding and you walked out on the balcony to catch some air and get a break from the crowd inside and you just take a few deep breaths, starting to feel weirdly nostalgic and looking at the royal gardens below with dew covering the grass and glistening in the moonlight.
Imagine that you were actually Aurora but the witch created another version of you to be the bride of the prince and you, locked in the tower; lonely, sad, lifeless, and heartbroken, and this was played in the wedding and you heard their joyful laughs.
*Part Two, continued from the previous Once Upon a Dream video* You had been in this strange realm for a year or so. It wasn't quite like anything you've seen before. It wasn't a heaven or a hell that anyone described, you were sure that purgatory wasn't supposed to be this pristine looking. Another dimension, perhaps? You've heard theories the others who were there concocted. But you didn't care. There was a wedding that most of the inhabitants attended. The bride and groom danced to music you couldn't quite hear at first, but slowly got louder. You remember the song the moment it became audible. You felt your heart drop. Your best friend, who confessed their love moments before your death, was still out there...in the living world. The time away from them had not been kind to you. You missed them. You wanted to be with them again. "Comrade?" It was a name you hadn't heard in a year. It was the name you were sometimes called because of the fake Russian accent that made your friends laugh. Whether it was because of how good or bad it was used to be subjective, depending on which friend you asked. You recognized their voice and spun on your heels. It was your best friend. You ran to them, pulling them into a tight hug. "Amico!" You called them because it was the same situation with another accent--an Italian one. They hugged back. "I missed you!" "I missed you, too. I'm so sorry this is how we had to meet again." You realized what this meant. "What...happened to you?" "I died. Motorcyle crash." "I'm so sorry." You placed a hand on their cheek. "At least we can still be chaotic dumbasses." They smiled nervously. You smiled slightly, pulling them closer. "Maybe. But there might be something else we could be." "And what's that?" They asked, curious. You pulled yourself closer. "Together." You replied, kissing them and blushing. They blushed darker, a bit caught off guard but kissed back. They broke the kiss. "That was so damn smooth, what the hell?" Their face was red with embarrassment. You chuckled. "I-I'd really like that." *Edits for simple mistakes, sorry :
This makes me feel like I'm attending a ball, but slipped away from the main hall where everyone's dancing to a private corner to conceal my despair at the sight of my true love dancing with another girl, knowing he can never be mine
I have loved this song since I was small and your way of editing and making it so amazing really astonishes me! I hope you keep making edits as good as these!
Imagine your hiding in one of the many mud rooms in a manor, that your aunt forced you to go to. She's made you dance with every man hoping to ship you away with a husband. Your feet are tired and your cheeks are wet with tears. A boy, your best friend walks in on you. You love him with all your heart but your aunt forbids you from marrying him as he is only a "poor farmers boy". You take his hand and dance before you plan on running away with him. (I know its corny hahah)
“friday, i’m in love” but ur a stalker watching them from outside their kitchen window edit: maybe i should specify and say the phoebe bridgers cover? it kinda lends itself a bit more to the melancholy than the original version by the cure
Imagining myself there. Listening to the ocrhestra.Far from the crowd.I was in the next room where i could imagine everyone cheered and in their victorious moment with the two lovebirds dancing finally met after the long journey they both took . And i was there dancing by myself in glee in that room.I could only imagine what it feels like to be there. I could watch and watch those two dancing but my heart is in flight and therefore i dance
Since this is music by Tchaikovsky, not Disney I don't think you have anything to worry about. From his ballet "Sleeping Beauty," which he wrote before Disney was born. So beautiful!
You are just part of the choir, watching the nobles dance to the opera. Wishing you were one of nobleman dancing among the elite with a beautiful lady with golden locks in your arm as you both gently sway to the beautiful melody.
When I listened to this first I imagined myself as a normal girl back in the 70/80's who has come to this huge mansion in which there was a ball, the ball for the rich and elite. I had been invited by the guy I liked, Christopher. I walk in wearing a gold gown with the poof at the bottom, going red thinking about how I will dance in front of hundreds of rich and beautiful people, thinking of how they would glare at me for being mediocre. But as I walk to the centre of the hall I find it empty soon to realize the party is upstairs, I look over to see Christopher gesturing me to enter the room shown in the video needless to say I find myself astonished by its beauty. He holds my hand lightly and I feel the blood rushing up and into my cheeks, I'm embarrassed yet sad at how he has decided to never introduce me from his friends due to my lack of wealth. The music gets louder along with the laughter and sounds of footsteps of people dancing. I glance up to see how he couldnt take his eyes off me, I can't help but notice the way his stare makes me feel and how delicate his hand feels on my waist, I feel the butterflies I had never felt before. Suddenly, I realized I had not been brought here to be denied of meeting his family, I had been brought here so his purpose could solely be me and only me. The thought of being liked this much by someone I adored leads me into thinking about how beautiful our kids would be and how happy I would grow to be if I ever got to live my dream and marry the man I'm dancing with. This thought surprises me and I had never wanted to get married or have kids. As I think that I hear him mouth some words but I cant hear anything. Simultaneously the music ends.
When I was little I really thought I would grow up and become Princess Aurora because we share the same name :,( Now all I can do is listen to these videos and imagine my life is half as ethereal as this song makes me feel ✨
Sleeping beauty is my very favorite movie. This made me feel like I was at a ball hopefully getting the chance to meet Aurora and her family... I know it probably sounds weird....
no please omg you don’t realise how many memories this has brought me. i saw this in my recommended, clicked on it and now i remember every detail from my childhood. ahhh like 4 years of just forgotten memories are flooding back thank you ❤️😭
its basically sweat sweat sweat, then omg i hope i don't fall, then i need to use the bathroom, then its ugh, cecilia is showing off again, melanie deserved that role, then its yay!! its over!! now i can go eat some carbs with my friends to celebrateee
I feel like I woke up at 1:00 am and went inside an abandoned building. Little do I know it’s not just a building it’s a ballroom. I twist the handle opening the double doors to see not only dust coating the chandeliers and floor, but a sparkling memory, alive and never forgotten. People dancing together, with beautiful dresses and tuxes. I start to dance along and as the song begins to fade, the memory falls back into an everlasting slumber, as do I.
POV : You're the secret twin of Princess Aurora waiting for the right time to sneak in secretly and dance with the Prince taking her role since you already killed her before the ball.
Nobody's going to believe me, but I'm going to leave this here. I feel a strange nostalgia when I listen to this. I can remember- hundreds of years ago- twirling on marble floors in twinkling heels and stiff gowns of the finest silk. I can remember the heavy jewelry that wore down my neck. I remember thin, dirty blonde curls that were piled upon my head with many pins and jewels. (I have black and wavy hair.) I remember my father, with his chestnut brown hair, sweeping his wife up and around the grand dance floor. I remember my bed of golden drapes and the red bed that would hold me at night. I remember a golden hall that looked like it extended for thousands of miles, the windows letting in golden light. I remember dancing down that exact hall, with crystal chandeliers and painted tiles everywhere. I remember glancing at myself in the beautiful reflections of glass. I remember the mirrors and the grand paintings that my father hung up for our family. I remember a stone fountain in the middle of a large garden. In spring, the flowers would be beautiful- thousands of colors at a time. I remember trees of many kinds towering above my frail figure. Not long after, I remember running away from my fairy-tale life. I remember fleeing and feeling as if I could conquer the world on my own. I remember a golden sunrise that washed over my body like God's embrace. I remember being a princess. One who could not accept her heritage and instead fled from her destiny..
I wanna live in a palace like this with a grand ballroom, with intricate design, not that tacky gold but just marvelous and 100 rooms to choose from .. could u just imagine
I don’t know if it’s the pain medicine in me that’s making me tired after having an orthopedic appt, or if it’s just how strong this piece is... but it’s nearly 10:30 now and I’ve just turned my lights off. Every time I close my eyes I’m just transported to this corridor. Pastel teal blue coloring on the walls, edged with an eggshell painted crowing and base that catch the light of the chandeliers giving off a yellow toned light above. Golden floorboards shined all the way to a shimmer pass beneath. Then, hearing the live music reverberate through the room as it gets increasingly louder while the perspective take steps that move inches at a time towards the ball room doorway. It’s beautiful.
POV: You’re the actual prince/fiancé but got locked out by the evil sorcerer who is impersonating as you. Now you’re struggling hopelessly and dreading the moment of “I do”.
This brings back so many memories. I was in a ballet show and we had a dance to this song. Because of corona, we couldn’t really finish the show(we had already practiced on stage) and this song will haunt me anytime I listen to it. The next time we do this show. I will have graduated and I won’t get to do it but I will be coming back and I am going to cry while watching the whole thing as it should have been.
Maleficient watched from the Moors, reminiscing on the memories with her own beloved. A single tear rolled down her pale cheek as she remembered being held in the king's arms, only for him to fade into the evil corrupt man she never thought he could be. She was banned from the wedding he had with his new queen, and was not given a second chance to Aurora's wedding either. Maleficient would let out a dejected sigh as she sat by the edge of the forest, watching the princess and her love dance the night away.
What about once upon a dream but you're falling into a really vivid nightmare that feels like it never ends and honestly you probably just need a therapist.
entering a royal family ball with glasses clinking the first thing you see is a bunch of royals in the middle dancing the night away, others watching and and small talk with distant laughing ugh the DREAM
Do you ever wonder if you lived this life in your past life? The extravagant dresses, the handsome men. The music, the desserts, and everything is just right. So elegant, this style is used so much in fairytales we think of as nothing more of a fairytale. I don't know but the romance of that time just lures me in.
I swear when I was younger all of these dramatic old songs would play so loudly in my head when I was in Disney. I still look for them when I go. All I really need is quarantine to lift.
suddenly I'm some princess slightly jealous of Aurora for finding her true love and am finding for love at the ball while having some food served to me LMAO, talk about melodrama.
Pov: Your getting married to the price today but you don't *love* him back and you lock yourself in your room and cry. Wishing you never sold your soul to the devil for fame, and Fortune.
