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It makes me think...these instances are not just coincidence, aren’t they?
Maybe they’re something more.
Maybe hewantsto bump into me.
And maybe I secretly want to bump into him...
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EMMA
I am feeling very,verynaughty.
I mean, I can’t help it – it’s in my nature to break any rule that’s presented to me. And, right now, I’m going to break such a very, very important rule.
I slowly open the door and peek inside. The movie room looks untouched from the last time I was in here eight or nine months ago; back when I got the shock of my life from Alda Penmayne.
But I’m smarter now – far more aware of my sneakiness. More...naughty.
I’m not going to be caught. I know where Alda is – on the other side of the mansion and a far distance away from this room. Look, I know I fucked up big last time I was here, and I never want that to happen again, but I am a naughty teenage girl and I simply just can’t resist. I’m way more careful than I was last time.
Yeah, it’s time to break some rules. Screw Alda Penmayne.
And so, I sneak inside the movie room.
I’m in here for a purpose, and so I move with deliberation. I know what I want, and I’m quick to get it.
The Swan Lake DVD - the footage of that captivating performance that has been endlessly running through my mind ever since I snuck that first sneaky look all those months ago. I want to experience it again - experience the very thing that triggered my desire to dance. I want to see if the performance really is as amazing as I remember it to be. It’s been plaguing me ever since I first saw it.
Practically daring myself to be caught, I slot the disc into the machine. The lights dim. The screen roars to life. The surround system vibrates.
Here we go...
And, once that famous music starts and those dancers start moving, I can’t help myself – I have to watch.
I am entranced.
Enchanted.
Spellbound.
I don’t take a seat in any of the plush reclining chairs, instead, my feet begin to move.
And then the rest of my body starts to move.
And I am following the dancers up there on the screen, just as Irina has painstakingly taught me. I can hear the Russian woman’s sharp voice in my head as clear as if she were standing in this room with me now.
Posture, posture, posture, and passion.
I allow myself to be enveloped in the beautiful, timeless music. I move and dance and express all the joy that’s in my heart. I’m following along to the dancers, just like I’m up there with them on the stage.
I can imagine it all so clearly.
I am loving this.
Trulyloving this.
Nothing brings me anything near as much joy as this.
