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Terez Mertes Rose
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Book 4 of the Ballet Theatre Chronicles has launched!
**Goodreads Giveaway for this new release goes until February 11th and we're giving away 5 print copies!!**
At long last, OTHER STAGES the fourth and final book of the Ballet Theatre Chronicles has launched! I'm sentimental about the series ending, but it felt right, and I love the tidy feeling of a quartet of books. Speaking of quartets, there's lots of classical music and a string quartet mention Read more of this blog post »
At long last, OTHER STAGES the fourth and final book of the Ballet Theatre Chronicles has launched! I'm sentimental about the series ending, but it felt right, and I love the tidy feeling of a quartet of books. Speaking of quartets, there's lots of classical music and a string quartet mention Read more of this blog post »
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“It was because she could be fully herself with Ben, and not hide Anders stuff, or Dena stuff, or who she was at her core, and sometimes the relief of sharing your deepest self with another human being became the biggest gift of all. “See”
― Outside the Limelight
― Outside the Limelight
“Then, as if he’d figured out what produced the maximum reaction in her, he switched back to Chopin. Just like that night in her childhood, the music slipped past her defenses and produced a deep contraction inside her, equal parts pain and pleasure. It went deeper still, until the tears began to rise, and she could only sit there, crying, trying to display only her expressionless left side so he wouldn’t notice. She’d been numb and it had felt good. Okay, not good. But safe. Manageable. He kept playing, soulful, stirring pieces that seemed chosen for their ability to pierce her heart deeper, deeper. She was crying audibly now, and he stopped and regarded her impassively. It couldn’t have been more awkward. She worked to compose herself and only then did she look up and meet his eyes. “Well,” he said, “I think it’s safe to say that dance is not done with you yet.” She stared at him in disbelief. “You did this on purpose. Tried to provoke a reaction.” “I suppose I did.” What a horrible, disreputable person he was. No wonder Misha had seemed anxious about having him around this weekend. “That was a pretty shitty thing to do.” “Not at all,” he replied. “I was just helping you see where you stand with your art. You need it. It nourishes you. That’s not going to go away just because you’re sidelined for a year or two.” “Two years?” She wasn’t sure which appalled her more, his words or his casual attitude. “Whatever. Point being, you’re still a dancer. It couldn’t be more obvious. That gorgeous body of yours, the way it moves. The way you’re sitting there now, all swept away by the music. You’re a dancer. You can’t not be one. Ever.” The truth of this, the twin emotions of fragile hope and crushing despair, crashed into her. He was right. And right then, the truth hurt. Now that the numbness was gone, it all hurt. The tears rose up again and spilled out. She heard Misha come in through the front door. David looked anxious. “Look, Dena. I just want to make sure you’re looking at the issue clearly.” Misha”
― Outside the Limelight
― Outside the Limelight
“A surprising surge of affection for all of them came over Rebecca. What incredible, resilient creatures dancers were. What tortured, driven, stubborn, exhausted marvels. Arpeggio”
― Outside the Limelight
― Outside the Limelight
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“Then, as if he’d figured out what produced the maximum reaction in her, he switched back to Chopin. Just like that night in her childhood, the music slipped past her defenses and produced a deep contraction inside her, equal parts pain and pleasure. It went deeper still, until the tears began to rise, and she could only sit there, crying, trying to display only her expressionless left side so he wouldn’t notice. She’d been numb and it had felt good. Okay, not good. But safe. Manageable. He kept playing, soulful, stirring pieces that seemed chosen for their ability to pierce her heart deeper, deeper. She was crying audibly now, and he stopped and regarded her impassively. It couldn’t have been more awkward. She worked to compose herself and only then did she look up and meet his eyes. “Well,” he said, “I think it’s safe to say that dance is not done with you yet.” She stared at him in disbelief. “You did this on purpose. Tried to provoke a reaction.” “I suppose I did.” What a horrible, disreputable person he was. No wonder Misha had seemed anxious about having him around this weekend. “That was a pretty shitty thing to do.” “Not at all,” he replied. “I was just helping you see where you stand with your art. You need it. It nourishes you. That’s not going to go away just because you’re sidelined for a year or two.” “Two years?” She wasn’t sure which appalled her more, his words or his casual attitude. “Whatever. Point being, you’re still a dancer. It couldn’t be more obvious. That gorgeous body of yours, the way it moves. The way you’re sitting there now, all swept away by the music. You’re a dancer. You can’t not be one. Ever.” The truth of this, the twin emotions of fragile hope and crushing despair, crashed into her. He was right. And right then, the truth hurt. Now that the numbness was gone, it all hurt. The tears rose up again and spilled out. She heard Misha come in through the front door. David looked anxious. “Look, Dena. I just want to make sure you’re looking at the issue clearly.” Misha”
― Outside the Limelight
― Outside the Limelight
“A surprising surge of affection for all of them came over Rebecca. What incredible, resilient creatures dancers were. What tortured, driven, stubborn, exhausted marvels. Arpeggio”
― Outside the Limelight
― Outside the Limelight
“It was because she could be fully herself with Ben, and not hide Anders stuff, or Dena stuff, or who she was at her core, and sometimes the relief of sharing your deepest self with another human being became the biggest gift of all. “See”
― Outside the Limelight
― Outside the Limelight
