THE BALLERINA SECRET LOVE
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He looked back at me when he finished talking to Nicholai.
"Is Miss Sara the new principal? I know all the NYC principals?"
"Ah no, she's the first soloist, this time we did give the first soloist a chance, to participate." Our director explained to him. While I felt the sharp look of this man sweep my skin. And starting to think if she really had a tutu skirt fetish, really all her girlfriends were ballerinas.
He seems like a bastard who uses women. But he has a lot of money. No wonder the principal stars gave up on him. I feel the injustice of the world. The principals of the ballerina made him a "private donor", I never wanted to put my pride so low in front of men, with people like that, they only saw us as objects. If such a man were to marry, it might be with a woman who had comparable assets to him as well.
Not with someone who is too easy ...
"I feel like I've never met you."
"I had the fortune to work with Mr. Nicholai on this production. It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Francois." The world is subject to the capitalist, I must still be kind to the donor even though he has no heart as white as the wings of an angel.
"Congratulations to his role. Where were you at school before?"
"I'm in the SAB." He nodded at my answer, his figure that seemed to be suffused with a dangerous aura that made me feel uneasy. Why do people have an aura like that, I don't know, maybe it's just my feeling.
*SAB (School of American Ballet)
"SAB, I used to be an alumnus there."
"You're a dancer sir?" Now he's surprised me. He also has a background in dancers.
"Just for a second, I can't dance anymore before I graduate. If not, I'm a dancer now."
"Just be a donor, you know the dancers like us." I smile at her now, my mind she's got a slightly erased tutu skirt fetish. He knows what the world of dancers is, so maybe he just sort of understands us working here are not as glamorous as it seems.
Maybe she's dating simple dancers because she likes them.
"I know of course." He slightly smiled, his serious expression slightly erased. "Then, happy training, I'll come to your maiden appearance."
The figure left after that brief introduction. Nicholai stared at his back intensely, as if he hated her.
"Why you?"
"The rich." He grunts.
"You have a complaint about the rich. Russia is no longer a socialist, not a socialist." I grimaced at him.
"Hmm.. no." His face seemed to dislike at all to the figure that disappeared behind that door. "She seems to like you."
"He likes me? Really true?" I laugh.
"Such a man knows how to make good use of his money." He made me laugh.
"Yes maybe. But it's none of my business, 'cause I'm not interested in getting involved and being one of his concubines." He looked at me skeptically.
"You don't want to be her lover? Don't women like all comfort."
"Yes, but definitely don't humble yourself like that." Replace him who laughs.
"What if he seduces you?"
"Then he has to try hard, seducing me will obviously not be easy." Nicholai laughed with my determined words.
"Wow, someone's selling expensive."
"I'm not cheap."
"Good, good, I like your principles."
My mother raised me alone, in my world there is no Cinderella story. Obviously Francois was not a white equestrian prince. More seen as a robber army that will destroy hearts.