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Leon's hands slowed as he felt her stop. Are we going too fast for her?
The moonlight and shadow played along her face. The light frown and the uncertainty in her eyes looked so out of place, he had stilled his hands completely.
"In the next production," she quietly started, "will I have the chance to try out for the leading lady?"
He had stiffened for a mere half second as the word "chance" slipped out of her mouth.
It's ironic she would use that word. He has used it often when performers asked to become his partner. But he knew that she was not aware of his title. He had been introduced as "The Pegasus of the Stage."
It was rare for a performer to have two well-known nicknames.
Of all the words to choose from, you used that one…
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With a despondent sigh, her head dropped onto his shoulder. I shouldn't have asked.
"Yes," came his delayed response.
Her head came up and her eyes looked bright again. "Really?"
He gave her a small nod. Her mood was joyful again, as was apparent by the quick kisses she placed on his lips. He kissed back and then leaned his forehead against hers with an inward sigh.
She will have the chance, even if she hadn't asked.
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From the office of the business side of the Kaleido property, Kalos was on the phone.
He tapped the armrest of his chair as he listened.
"Yes, there will be a break coming up," he waited as the dates and times were said. He swiveled around and took up a pen to jot down the information. "I'll let her know; I have no doubt that she will jump at the opportunity."
His hand with the pen halted in the middle of writing the memo.
Kalos sighed. "I'm not certain about that but we can discuss it later. I have a meeting in a few minutes."
Some more words were said on the other end of the line and then Kalos gave a curt "take care" and hung up the phone. He stood up and walked over to the window. The first topic discussed he was sure would be no problem, but as for the second…
He slipped his glasses off and pulled out a small square cloth out of his pocket.
It might cause more trouble than help.
He knew Layla only wanted to help with the reputation of her ex-partner, but he was not so certain that Sora had a thick enough skin for the festival. He cleaned his lens and then put them back on, as well as slipped the cloth back into his pocket.
A decision will have to be made soon.
Training will be required and he had to figure out what shows to put on while the partners worked for the festival. Much thought and planning will have to go into this should he send representatives to France.
It's already causing trouble. He pinched the bridge of his nose.
About five minutes later, Sarah walked into the office. Her usual smile was replaced with a look of displeasure. She stood on the other side of his desk with her arms crossed.
"You wanted to see me?"
Kalos gave her a flat look. "Would you care to explain why my car has cat faces painted all over it?"
"I don't know," she nonchalantly shrugged, "Why don't you ask Leon? You seem to value his opinion more than mine."
He let out a long breath. "I told you I can't help it if Leon doesn't choose Sora."
"Well, we can't make Leon do something he doesn't want to do," she huffed, "heaven forbid he should have to do such things like signing autographs and doing photo ops."
Sarah put a hand against her cheek. "Oh silly me, he has been doing those things!"
He gave Sarah a very flat and tired look. This will not end well.
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AN: I love portraying Sarah this way.