There was Shawn, of course, who was there to see not only her and Meghan, but Thomas and Mitchell and the dozens of other dancers who he'd become friends with through his sister. Most of them were strangers, but her eyes quickly found familiar faces. Every time the girls spun, their skirts flared, making them look like perfect little pastel circles.Īfter a moment, however, she looked out at the audience. Rowen crept out on the thin walkway, enjoying an aerial view of the dancers. You'll be nothing but a patch of blackness to them-don't worry. "You can see the audience and the dancers," Mitchell said, showing her where to crouch. She followed him up a metal ladder and across a narrow walkway, into a section above the stage that she'd never been to before. "Come here," Mitchell whispered in her ear, tugging at her arm. It didn't help that she was offstage until well into the second act, so she'd already sat through the first hour of the performance, cheering on her friends and listening as the audience applauded for them. Rowen had never, ever been this nervous before a performance in Avalon.
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