William Peters

*It was the end of the show, I watch you come out with some of your fellow dancers and bow from the balcony. You were beautiful, and very graceful, I could imagine you fitting in well into the the high society. I clapped as every dancer bows and soon join my parents in the lobby to talk with some other rich people. Usually few dancers come out, but only a few. Every time I hope one of them is you, but to my dismay they never are. At least until tonight* Hello ma’am.