"Bennett, Cherie - Sunset Island 006 - Sunset Secrets" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bennett Cherie)Sam had whispered to Leonard.
A few days later, someone had altered the sign pointing in the direction of the dressing rooms so it read "Salad Dressing Rooms." The other dancers could barely control their laughter, and Sam had felt she was finally a real member of the troupe. Now, looking back, it might have been the point at which, smartswise, she became a real vegetable. Buoyed by the confidence of feeling she belonged, it wasn't long before she was overstepping her bounds in a rehearsal for the Wild West Revue. "And reach-two, reach-two, spin-two, dip-two, jump-two, splits . . . and hold!" barked the CritterЧas in Crispy CritterЧwhich was that week's moniker for the choreography director. Everyone had held. Almost immediately the Critter had darted from the wings and scuttled across the stage. "Okay, everybody up, and places, please. Samantha, if you don't mind telling me, what, exactly, was that move there at the end? It certainly wasn't a split." "Well, it's, um, just a little variation I worked out on my own time," Sam had said, not sounding nearly as assured as she'd meant to. It was true kicks with both feet off the ground at once, had required hours of practice. She'd made sure she could do it flawlessly before springing it on the troupe and her director. She had hoped it would lead to more recognition, maybe even a solo. She had anticipated applause. "Is it your opinion that this routine needs variation?" the Critter had asked innocently. Might as well go for broke, she'd thought. "To be honest, it does seem like this is almost the exact same routine we do for the Rockin' Fifties Revue. I mean, except for a couple do-si-dos." Someone in the back line had tittered. Embold- ened, Sam had continued, "I thought the kicks might look more cowboy, you know, more rodeo, more Wild West. I'm not sure a cowgirl would even do splits. After all, they have cactuses and all kinds of prickly things on the ground out thereЧit could be painful." The suppressed laughter had erupted then, but Mr. Christopher hadn't cracked a smile. His eyes had seemed to bulge out farther from their sockets as the last sounds died onstage. "Thank you for that edifying lecture on the |
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