{"id":225,"date":"2013-05-12T19:36:31","date_gmt":"2013-05-12T17:36:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/?p=225"},"modified":"2025-06-30T10:53:54","modified_gmt":"2025-06-30T08:53:54","slug":"112","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/112\/","title":{"rendered":"~ 112 ~"},"content":{"rendered":"<span class=\"span-reading-time rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Temps de lecture\u00a0: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\"> 4<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minutes<\/span><\/span><p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 24px;\">*<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21110 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/17-6.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Alors que Rapha\u00ebl est en chemin vers son domicile en compagnie d&rsquo;Alarich, Erika a couru jusqu&rsquo;\u00e0 cette promenade en bord de plage qui est toujours d\u00e9serte d\u00e8s la nuit tomb\u00e9e.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21111 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/1819.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cette place est, \u00e0 la nuit tomb\u00e9e et gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 l&rsquo;absence de toute vie humaine et touristique, un sanctuaire de tranquillit\u00e9 et de s\u00e9r\u00e9nit\u00e9.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21112 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/2021-3.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Apr\u00e8s quelques larmes vers\u00e9es dans le creux de ses mains, elle jette au sol son sweat et commence \u00e0 interpr\u00e9ter la chor\u00e9graphie <em>What a feeling<\/em> qu&rsquo;elle a tant travaill\u00e9e. Elle n&rsquo;a pas besoin d&rsquo;ambiance musicale derri\u00e8re elle, tant elle connait par c\u0153ur le moindre des mouvements \u00e0 interpr\u00e9ter ainsi que le rythme \u00e0 respecter. La musique r\u00e9sonne dans son esprit et lui permet de voler avec gr\u00e2ce sur les notes m\u00e9lodieuses et entrainantes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Non loin d&rsquo;elle, sur une sc\u00e8ne devant une cinquantaine de spectateurs, l&rsquo;\u00e9cole qui l&rsquo;a rejet\u00e9e ex\u00e9cute les m\u00eames pas qu&rsquo;elle.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/e18KUlW3jCI\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21114 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/22.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">First, when there&rsquo;s nothing but a slow glowing dream \/<\/span><em><span style=\"color: #ccffcc;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\"> Au d\u00e9but, et alors qu&rsquo;il n&rsquo;y a rien, \u00e0 part ce r\u00eave qui brille au loin<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21115 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/23-1.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">That your fear seems to hide deep inside your mind \/<\/span><span style=\"color: #ccffcc;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\"><em> Et que ta peur a l&rsquo;air de se cacher, au plus profond de ton esprit<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21116 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/24.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">All alone I have cried silent tears full of pride.<\/span><em><span style=\"color: #ccffcc;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\"> Seule, j&rsquo;ai pleur\u00e9, ces larmes emplies de fiert\u00e9.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21117 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/25.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">In a world made of steel, made of stone \/ <\/span><span style=\"color: #ccffcc;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\"><em>Dans un monde aussi dur que l&rsquo;acier, fait de pierre<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21118 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/26.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">Well, I hear the music, close my eyes, feel the rhythm \/<\/span> <span style=\"color: #ccffcc;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\"><em>Puis j&rsquo;entends la musique, je ferme les yeux, je ressens le rythme.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21119 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/27.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">Wrap around, take a hold of my heart \/<\/span><span style=\"color: #ccffcc;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\"> Il m&rsquo;impr\u00e8gne, et j&rsquo;exprime ce qu&rsquo;il y a dans mon c\u0153ur.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21120 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/28.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">What a feeling, bein&rsquo;s believin&rsquo; \/<\/span><span style=\"color: #ccffcc;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\"> Ce sentiment, tellement magique<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21121 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/29.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">I can&rsquo;t have it all, now I&rsquo;m dancin&rsquo; for my life. \/<\/span><em><span style=\"color: #ccffcc;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\"> Je peux tout avoir d\u00e9sormais, je danse pour ma vie !<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21122 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/30.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">Take your passion and make it happen \/<\/span><span style=\"color: #ccffcc;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\"><em> Rassemble toute ta passion ! Fais que ton r\u00eave se r\u00e9alise !<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21123 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/31.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life \/<\/span> <em><span style=\"color: #ccffcc;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">Les images s&rsquo;animent, tu peux danser durant toute une vie !<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21124 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/32.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">Now I hear the music, close my eyes, I am rhythm. \/<\/span> <em><span style=\"color: #ccffcc;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">Maintenant, je ferme les yeux, je suis le rythme !<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21125 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/33.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">In a flash, it takes hold of my heart. \/<\/span> <em><span style=\"color: #ccffcc;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">En un instant, je comprends enfin ce qu&rsquo;il y a au fond de mon c\u0153ur.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-21126 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/34-2.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">What a feeling<em> (I am music now)<\/em> ! Bein&rsquo;s believin&rsquo; <em>(I am rhythm now)\u00a0<span style=\"color: #ccffcc;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">Pictures come alive! You can dance right through your life!<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">What a feeling ! <em>(I can really have it all)<\/em><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">What a feeling ! <em>(Pictures come alive when I call)<\/em><\/span><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">I can have it all <\/span><em style=\"color: #ffff99;\">(I can really have it all).<\/em><span style=\"color: #ffff99;\" data-mce-mark=\"1\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">D\u00e8s la fin de la chor\u00e9graphie, c&rsquo;est un sourire satisfait, mais surtout rassur\u00e9, qui illumine d\u00e9sormais le visage d&rsquo;Erika. Elle vient de r\u00e9aliser ce qu&rsquo;elle avait presque fini par oublier : qu&rsquo;en r\u00e9alit\u00e9, elle n&rsquo;a besoin d&rsquo;aucune \u00e9cole, d&rsquo;aucun embl\u00e8me, pour poursuivre son r\u00eave et sa passion ! Puisque sa vie ne peut finalement n&rsquo;\u00eatre dirig\u00e9e que par une seule et unique chose : la musique ! Tant qu&rsquo;elle l&rsquo;aura dans la peau et tant qu&rsquo;elle se laissera guider par elle, elle survolera tous les obstacles et brillera de mille feux. Seule ou accompagn\u00e9e, elle se fait la promesse d&rsquo;atteindre le rang des meilleures et de devenir une \u00e9toile.\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"span-reading-time rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Temps de lecture\u00a0: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\"> 4<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minutes<\/span><\/span>&nbsp; * \u00a0 Alors que Rapha\u00ebl est en chemin vers son domicile en compagnie d&rsquo;Alarich, Erika a couru jusqu&rsquo;\u00e0 cette promenade en bord de plage qui est toujours d\u00e9serte d\u00e8s la nuit tomb\u00e9e. Cette place est, \u00e0 la nuit tomb\u00e9e et gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 l&rsquo;absence de toute vie humaine et touristique, un sanctuaire de tranquillit\u00e9 et &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/112\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continuer la lecture<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> de &laquo;&nbsp;~ 112 ~&nbsp;&raquo;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pmpro_default_level":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-225","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-amethyste","pmpro-has-access"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/225","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=225"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/225\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=225"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=225"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=225"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}