The stage and dancers were now a black spot. The music that was supposed to echo in her bones was gone. She pressed her eyes closed. Where were the flashes of white tulle turned blue, flowing and sweeping behind a trail of gracefulness? It was just over. The show was over, but worse than that, all the dancers would go home. The orchestra and Paul would go home. The message they’d been trying to spell out for her onstage would be wiped away before she knew what it meant.
