I watch Brooklyn as she dances across the stage below. She is good. Beyond good: she’s phenomenal. But as I watch, my brow furrows with curiosity as I notice something Magda didn’t mention, which makes me wonder if she has noticed it herself. Brooklyn is very talented. But she’s also scared. She’s afraid to truly let go, and it’s holding her back. Part of me starts to say “The Imperiya will never let her in with that sort of mindset,” but then I catch myself. She won’t get in at all. Because of me.
