The night was spectacular watching Mr. Ballet perform with perfection and intellectual magnetism! What Brilliance! Applause and standing ovation. I was feeling quite special; a VIP with a back stage pass. I made my way to the wings of the dressing room. The lights of the dressing room were blinding. So many colorful costumes of tulle, silk and lace.
Wearing my own white lace dress I felt like one of them, a star. Now to be accompanied by my own star of the show. Mr. Ballet. He gently touched my arm presented me with a beautiful long stem red rose and said “I want to take you somewhere special.” We walked together arm in arm down the rain soaked pavement of this beautiful city. The streets were illuminated by the streetlights reflections in the pools of water that drenched the sidewalks.
The drizzle pranced on our bodies and I…
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