A/N So sorry it's taken so long to post this. I started school back, joined a sorority, got a cold, had relatives visit, etc. Plus, I really though I posted it already! Thanks to my three reviewers. Please continue reading and reviewing- reviews feed my imagination! It's a little short but I hope you enjoy Chapter 2!
Dancing Through Life
Chapter 2
After the performance, Alice danced through the dressing room, far too excited about the gorgeous man in the audience to be tired from the workout. She scowled for a moment as she remembered a woman in the chair next to him. 'Maybe they weren't together,' she thought.
"Hey girl!" a voice called from the doorway. A slight figure who looked very similar to Alice, though her hair was blonde, was holding out a bouquet of lilies. Anyone could have guessed that they were sisters.
"Hey Cynthia!" Alice ran to her and they hugged.
"You were fabulous!" she squealed, jumping up and down. "I'm so taking you to dinner to celebrate!"
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While Alice didn't usually gush about men, she couldn't help telling her sister about the one she'd spotted. Cynthia could be very persuasive. Then again, it could have had something to do with the wine she's had with dinner…
"Did you talk to him? What's his name?" Cynthia insisted.
"No clue, I told you I just saw him while I was dancing. I probably won't ever see him again anyways," she sounded sad as she spoke. The conversation changed, drifting to Cynthia and her latest male victim, but the handsome stranger never left Alice's mind completely.
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About a week later, Alice was practicing at the theater. She kept falling short on her jumps; she hadn't been able to focus lately. Eleanor, her trainer, was not happy with her and demanded that she practice extra hours apart from the other dancers.
It was lunchtime and Alice was resting with her feet dangling over the edge of the stage. She was eating a turkey sandwich and drinking a bottle of water. Just as she was about to stuff the last bite of the sandwich into her dainty mouth, the door at the back of the theater squeaked open and there he was.
It was the beautiful man from the performance last Friday night and he was carrying pink roses. "Hello, miss," he said once he was close enough to her not to shout. His accent was slightly Southern, which was an uncommon thing to hear in New York City.
"Hi," she replied, feeling slightly stupid for not thinking of anything cleverer to say in response.
"I saw you last Friday and, well, I wanted to show my appreciation somehow. You were wonderful." He seemed embarrassed but was pleased to see that she didn't seem to think him a stalker.
"I remember you," Alice had accepted the flowers and he was now sitting on the stage next to her. "You sat right there" she pointed to the third row "with a brunette woman at your side."
"Hum, yes," she was more observant than he'd expected. "We're not together… anymore," he added quietly, almost to himself. "I'm Jasper, by the way."
She grinned, "Alice," she introduced herself.
"Well, I guess I should let you get back to whatever you were doing." His awkwardness seemed to get the better of him. He began to get up.
"You could stay. And watch," Alice looked hopeful and he couldn't help but agree.
Jasper took a seat on the front row and watched the beautiful pixie dance across the stage, his own personal show.
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Alice was on the phone with Cynthia while she soaked in a bubble bath that evening. Her blood red toenails poked out of the bubbles at the end of the huge tub. "He stayed for two hours, just watching me." She paused while her sister responded. "Finally, when I finished practicing, he asked me to dinner. So… I said yes!" She giggled sounding quite giddy, even to herself. "No, he wouldn't tell me. It's a surprise!" Another pause. "No, that's all he said! We'll he told me to dress up so I guess he's taking me somewhere nice, but other than that, that's all!" Cynthia babbled some more. "Okay, well I gotta go get gorgeous. I'll call you tomorrow!" Alice had a feeling that tonight would be the best night of her life.
