The crowd is a dark, blur. Hundreds of people are watching as I entertain them with my beauty and my pain. Only one man understands this and he is out there watching. I know he appreciates my talent, seeing me as his personal ballerina. He sees himself as gracious by allowing me to share my body and my pain on stage for all to consume. And he is. My beautiful, dark, damaged Trevor is gracious. He’s generous in all things and I find myself trembling, not from exhaustion, but from anticipation. I can’t wait to climb into his limo and feel his body against mine. I hope I’ve pleased him tonight through my adages, jetes, and grand allegros. Once upon a time I danced for the crowd, basking in their adoration and believing it my due. Now I dance solely for Trevor. I smile broadly when I reach my final mark and bow. The crowd thunders its appreciation.
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