The next day I compelled Mr Darvik to think I was who I had lied to be. He swallowed it and proceeded to tell his students that they would be very lucky if they got to work with me. I hoped to god that they would not ask me to actually do ballet.
Every night I went to help Harriet my heart jumped at the sight of her. Each night we had fun and I became addicted to the sound of her laugh. She was the one. I was sure of it. Tonight I asked her to show me her audition piece for the school production. There was something she had that wasn't in the other ballerinas, when she danced she wasn't a dancer, she was a character. Someone completely new. She was auditioning for Tinkerbelle in Peter Pan. It took some convincing on my part as she immediately talked herself down saying she was too tall for the part. That was her excuse for everything 'too tall.' I watched her with a smile on my face. I was going to compel the director into giving her the part whether she got it or not – I had become used to giving her what she wanted just to get that smile on her face.
Something went wrong, her foot hit the ground at the wrong angle and she collapsed into a heap on the floor. The skin at her knee pulled back as she skidded. Blood hit the floor.