The Firefighter And The Virgin Princess - Plot & Excerpts
Tonight she was a white swan, one of ten, hovering breathless for this last moment on dreary earth. Escape from reality. Better than any drug or alcohol. The music built steadily and the lights shifted to make a beautiful, ethereal world out of a few painted sets. This was the world in which Lily lived six nights a week— if she was lucky and wasn't sidelined with an injury. Not only did she live in it, but she lived for it, and she couldn't understand those who didn't. There was a rumor going around that one of the girls in the corps was pregnant. This news had swept the ranks as if it was a death among them. People's gazes shifted downward in awkward sympathy, hands went to cheeks. Heads shook. Not only was the poor girl knocked up, but she'd decided to keep the baby. One dancer, exit stage right. Of course, said some of the kinder folk, she could always come back again. These days a baby wasn't necessarily the end of a dancer's career. They recited the names of a few special dancers who had given birth and returned to the stage.
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