And then he bursts into a charismatic smile. He wears that no-nonsense, all business look for a long moment. “I was worried during that last half.” I think I made it worse. “Thanks for not dropping me…” That’s what I choose to say? Recover. My cheeks hurt during the standing ovation for the entire cast. It can be mine too.Īfter I zip my gym bag backstage, Nikolai leans against the vanity, smiling. For one of the first times, I know I belong in this world. I realize that I don’t mind what people thought. We’ve dressed into regular clothes and washed the makeup off our faces, Amour ending about twenty minutes ago. And soon slicing through eighty-feet of nothingness. The riggers pull the fabric higher, so he’s lifted off the ground, and we stay in the same position, Nikolai’s strength keeping us airborne, afloat. And I spin to face him and hook my arms around his neck, like I’d rather slow dance. He lowers his head, lips touching mine again, the silk wrapped around each of his hands.
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