At the end of the pier a magnificent craft was was moored. The sleek lines of this custom yacht oozed celebrity, fame and fortune. Greeted by a uniformed captain we entered a new stage of the life of this performer.
“Annie welcome to my home away from home. Please let’s get you out of those wet clothes. My staff will provide you with something warm.”
“Lovely! This is spectacular, Mr. Ballet. I am speechless.”
As I was escorted to the sleeping quarters for a change of clothes, I wondered what he had in mind? Was I just another understudy ballerina to practice his pirouettes, double, and triples? I didn’t think that was his intent, but I was pretty much captive, I didn’t want to leave this fanciful world.
Presented with a beautiful, soft velour white robe, I was reminded of the black fluffy robe that I wore with Mr. Waltz…
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