Six hundred pairs of eyes fixated on the being in the center.
The notes swam around her caressing her skin; embracing her body; soaking in her emotions, her dreams, her desires.
Each movement burst forth a result of the intimacy between the music and the dancer.
The months and years of training , working ,bruising, bleeding, scarring all amounted to the moment when the music's call would mover her.
Mover her beyond everything that came before.
As the music lifter her, the audience could only watch as the ethereal beauty danced with the unseen.
To soon the scarlet velvet dropped.
As the stillness broke each of the six hundred returned barely having grasped what they had seen.
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