That’s when I sense it. I’m about to jump when a sharp presence wrenches me from the confines of my fragile Giselle. For the first time during a rehearsal, I stare at the audience. The producers are there, animatedly chatting among each other. One isn’t a producer, though. Far from it. His dark gray eyes lock with mine and I lose my footing. But I save it at the last second, landing on my feet instead of on pointe as per the choreography. He’s here. The stranger has come back.
😱😱😱
