How does that sound?â
To Vanessaâs surprise, it sounded perfect. âThatâs great.â
âI thought so,â the waitress said, winking. âAnd you, dear?â She turned to Svetya, who was telling a long story with gestures, her lacquered fingernails flitting about her face, her features bewitching.
Vanessa pointed to the title on the menu: Barre None. âWhat does that mean?â
The waitress chuckled. âItâs a pun on the phrase bar none , which means âwithout exceptionâ. The Royal Court is the best company of dancers, bar none .â
Svetya let out a low laugh. âIndeed,â she said, handing the menu to the waitress. âIâll have the gravy and chips platter. Hold the salad.â
Geo let out a deep laugh. âOne day this is going to catch up with you.â
The waitress pressed her lips together. âVery well then,â she said, and looked around the booth. âAnd for the boys?â
After everyone had ordered, and the waitress had disappeared, Vanessa looked around the restaurant. A few tables away was Pauline, the ballerina from Paris, sitting with a noisy group. All around them were clusters of dancers, eating and laughing and chattering about the competition and what they would be performing.
âI said, are you OK, Vanessa?â Justin tapped her shoulder.
âSorry, you guys, Iâm just . . . tired,â she said.
âThere is absolutely no need to apologise,â Geo said, Ârunning his fingers through his orange hair. âYou two flew halfway across the world to be here. Svetya and I? We rolled out of bed this morning, and here we are.â He took a piece of breadfrom the basket in the centre of the table. âSo . . . who are you?â
Justin laughed. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, weâre all training with Enzo for a reason. And you two ââ he pointed to Vanessa and Justin â âwere late additions. They donât even have your head shots up in the lobby. But you didnât blink when Enzo did his magical blur step. So why are you here?â
Vanessa looked at Justin. What should they say? They couldnât talk about Hilda and Josef, and she certainly couldnât talk about the demon.
âWell?â Svetya said.
âI guess youâll have to wait and see,â Vanessa said.
Geo laughed. âSvetya doesnât like to wait for anything.â
Just then the waitress arrived, filling the table with a savoury mess of food.
âIn the nick of time!â Svetya said. âI am so hungry I could eat my own head.â
Vanessa didnât realise how hungry she was until her salad was in front of her.
âIâd never even heard of the Lyric Elite until about three months ago. Enzo pulled me aside after one of our student recitals,â Geo continued. âSvetya and I were dancing Romeo and Juliet â the Prokofiev version.â
âA Russian composer,â Svetya said proudly. âThere is nothing like them.â
âAnyway,â Geo said, âwe were in the middle of the balcony scene, and as I was lifting Svetya I felt myself getting . . .light-headed. I was so involved with the dance that suddenly I couldnât even see. I was . . . I donât know . . . enveloped by the music. All of the colours in the room seemed distorted and very bright, and, well ââ
âWhat Geo is trying to say is that he dropped me,â Svetya said, turning to Geo and smacking him lightly on the back of the head. âLucky for you I didnât hurt myself.â She dipped one of her chips into the gravy on her plate, then popped it into her mouth. âMy Juliet was glorious, by the way.â
But Vanessa was much more interested in Geoâs story. âThat sort of thing,â she said, âitâs happened to me. Sometimes when Iâm dancing really well, itâs almost like . . . Iâm taken out of my body
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