Project Lipizzaner: Stream of Conciousness

Project Lipizzaner: Stream of Conciousness

Alright, Bellamira’s in his stall being groomed…where’s my tailcoat? Oh, there. Man this show is freaking me out. Where did I leave my boot pull? Great, now I’ve lost that, too. “Can I borrow that? Thanks.” C’mon, get on. God, these boots are tighter than I remember.

I wonder if Bellamira will still balk doing the passage. He didn’t really seem to want to pull his legs high enough. That would be awful, my horse balking. No, he’s gotten over that. We had said that there was a bur under his training saddle, after all...right? There wasn’t something else that we overlooked? It could have been just a bad day, too. We all get them. Nothing will go wrong, we won’t look like idiots, and it’ll be a great show. Where did my tailcoat go now? There. I’ve got boots, coat, whip, breeches, hat…what am I missing? Whatever, someone will point it out to me. Bellamira’s gleaming. “You did a great job grooming. Hold him a minute. I better go get his tack.”

“The quadrille starts in one hour!”

Good. After he’s tacked we can warm up and it’ll be ready to go. We’ll be fine. Why isn’t the girth attached? Come on, we don’t have all night here. Tack’s on, mount up, and don’t make a fool of yourself.
“Here’s your whip, sir.”

“Hold it until we’re ready to go. We don’t use it anyway.”

Maybe I should have taken it. What if I drop it performing? That’s stupid…I shouldn’t be worrying about stupid little things like that. Just do my job and Bellamira will do his.