"Bennett, Cherie - Sunset Island 006 - Sunset Secrets" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bennett Cherie)

always 20/20, Sam realizedЧshe could see that
a difference of opinion was one thing between
friends and quite another between a boss and an
employee, or, in this case, a dancer and a director
of choreography.
Not that Sam hadn't been duly impressed by
Mr. Christopher at first. At the beginning, in the
thrill of auditioning, then winning a place with
the Disney World dance troupe, she'd taken the
choreographer's directions as the word of God
and felt like a favored angel in the bargain. Her
long legs, supple five-foot-ten frame, flaming red
hair, and what Mr. Christopher had called her
"presence" had soon moved her from the back
row to center stage in the lineup, and in the
process had resulted in a few jealousies among
the other dancers.
So what, she'd thought as she basked in her
own glory. I'm not here to worry about other
people's sour grapes. Now she wondered if the
support of her peers might have changed any-
thing.
But even when Sam had most admired him,
Mr. Christopher had reminded her of a bug,
specifically a June bug, one of those buzzing
beetlelike creatures that assaulted screen doors
under summer porch lights. For one, he was
hyperactive and he scuttledЧthat was the only
word for it. Bulbous, protruding eyes and a
couple of stray hairs that had a way of standing
up from his thinning crown when he was agitated
(which was often) enhanced the image, which was
completed by his choice of wardrobe: baggy pants
and long, shapeless cardigan sweaters or jackets.
It hadn't taken long for Sam to figure out how
Mr. Christopher had earned the nicknames that
made their way through the dancers' dressing
rooms. Though no one had made fun of his sexual
orientation (he was unabashedly gay), his affec-
tations ran from annoying to downright obnoxious.
As Leonard, Sam's dance partner, had expressed
it, "Gay is about sexual preference. It's not an
excuse to be whiny, bitchy, or shrillЧthat only
gives the rest of us a bad image." Mr. Christo-
pher's voice tended toward a grating, petulant
quality during rehearsals. His pet obsession was
crispness.
"Puh-leez, Samantha! You're absolutely wilt-
ing on me! Keep it crisp! Crisp!"
"Are we in a dance revue or a salad spinner?"