THE BALLERINA SECRET LOVE
Part 7's. The Patreon's
Katya Perova, the Russian ballerina, entered the NYC Ballet through an invitation line, not an audition. You could say my losses were less than half when facing Katya.
This pessimistic feeling will kill me. I felt like I had no energy when I arrived at the training ground. And Nicholai has kindly chosen me, if he knows I'm being pessimistic this will not be good. Luckily today I haven't been training with her, new to our dance stylist. Just after lunch he joined.
This afternoon some people were crowding near the door that connected the lobby to the Director's office, I knew them. They are mostly corps de ballet.
"You guys, why gather like that? Is there a reporter or producer?" Maybe we have a producer looking for talent for a supporting role.
"There's a handsome donor in Philippe's room (Artistic Director)." One man named Mary answered me.
"Ohh what handsome? I thought what was going on, there was a handsome rich man."
"What do you expect from the rich? Being wife?"
"Hey, she dated one of our principal, Laura, even though they broke up now. She also dated one of the famous Bolshoi stars, Katarina Kozlov. I think he's a real ballet fan." They laugh together now.
"Hmm...frequent dates with ballerina?" Maybe she had a tutu skirt fetish (ballerina skirt) my mind made up her own excuses.
"He's handsome and rich. Maybe he sees us and wants to be our personal benefactor."
Maybe I should try that idea, too. Ballet makes me just meet the same social environment every day. But if the one she chose was Laura and Katarina's class, obviously I didn't stand a chance.
"Hey, you're ready." Nicholai with her sweet smile greeted me. Who could be more handsome than this Nicholai. It's entertainment, having a dance partner of this handsome.
"I'm ready of course."
We started training in a better mood even though I was still feeling desperate. If I can't get the principal I'll take the handsome donator to dinner. Those thoughts flashed through my mind, while I had to set the mood of Kitri's character in my mind.
Kitri is not this desperate, she is a proud woman. Well, I'll find a kind-hearted donor up front, maybe a loyal old man. With that chaotic thought I managed to smile again and begin my practice.
"It's them, we'll perform Don Quixote, Bolshoi sends Nicholai Manturov here and we choose Miss Sara Adams to accompany her as Kitri. Nicholai and Sara come here...." I saw the man our Director brought in, I don't know who it is. But he was talking to a person called a handsome donor, judging from what I see now he is handsome, even though his face is a little old.
"This is Francoise Civil, our main donor."
"Sir, nice to meet you." I certainly have to be polite and sweet if I've been introduced like this. I took a short curtsey by crossing my legs.
"Miss Adams, nice to meet you too." She shook my hand steadily, her baritone voice made me ask why a figure like her could be our donor.
"Mr Nicholai, I'm delighted to meet such a talented talent as you." He greeted Nicholai without exception.