I watched comfortably from the audience, biting my lip to hide a smile when she started to move. Her small frame leapt across the stage with the rest of the dancers, her sculpted legs cushioning her knees from a painful landing. The audience kept their eyes glued upon the prima ballerina but the blinding stage lights directed my attention to the back, her sculpted jaw peering out from behind the large ensemble assembled upstage. Moments later, she fluttered off into the wings while floating her arms into a delicate arabesque, the glitter softly shining off the freckles that lined her arms. I stood up, hiding the bouquet of roses behind my back, eager to greet her after the company took their final bow.
I walked out and my palms started to sweat, I was nervous she wouldn’t accept my gift, scared she would hesitate and misread my gesture. The applause coming from the auditorium disrupted my thoughts and as the flood of people emerged from the double doors, I became just another face among the crowd. I lingered among them, waiting for the stars to emerge, waiting to see her.
She crept through the door, hair loose and straight, a duffle bag slung over her shoulder. The others among the crowd ignored her, but I instantly recognized her and meandered toward her.
“You were great tonight,” I firmly stated.
She seemed shocked, turned around and smiled wide, the leftover bright red lipstick still stained upon her mouth. I handed her the flowers and watched her stunned expression.
“Thank you, I never get recognized after a performance, glad you liked the show.”
She thanked me again and walked away.
I finally had the confirmation I needed and followed behind her at a safe distance. She walked for a while, my eyes still glued to her lingering blonde hair draped over her shoulders. She turned down a side street to what I assumed was her apartment building, and we were finally alone. As she went to turn her key into the lock, her eyes caught me, and she was finally aware she was not alone. She smiled nervously, waved with the small of her hand, and asked if I lived there as well.