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opened the dressing room door and for the briefest instant the look of surprise registered on her face.
‘What are you all doing here so early?’ Marie demanded as she strode through the door. Half a dozen or so faces turned and regarded her. Many wore looks of apprehension as she approached. Sally, Alice and Fanny sat next to Tinder Michaels and Tommy, whilst two of the stagehands stood behind them.
‘Ah, Madame Devoré, we hoped we would be the first to break the news to you,’ Tinder said as he stood up and gave her a bow.
‘News! What news?’ Marie’s brow formed into a severe frown. ‘What is all this about?’
‘Do not fret, Madame. It is good news! Good news, about our little Lisette,’ Tinder said before he reached over to the nearest table and picked up a newspaper. ‘It’s all here in the Illustrated Theatre Review.’
‘What is?’ Marie sat down and waited impatiently for Tinder to explain himself.
‘Why a review, of course. Come and sit down Lisette, you’re going to like this,’ Sally said as she gestured her friend to sit next to her.
‘Apparently, the review was added right at the last moment before the paper was released,’ Tinder explained.
‘Well, get on with it. What does it say?’ Marie said briskly as she sat down.
Tinder opened the paper to the back page and started to read.
We have long admired the graceful and ever-talented ballerina, Florentia, at the Imperial Theatre. However, last night, we were all given a glimpse of youthful precision by a certain Miss Lisette Devoré. Miss Devoré had a small part in The Imperial’s latest ballet called The Fairy. In it she portrays one of the princesses from which the prince must choose his bride. The story itself is yet again another telling of what we have come to expect from the Imperial’s program. It is another sweet, lively offering which is smothered in a fading romanticism. I may begin to question the storylines but the execution of the ballet is always transcendent. The dancing itself is impeccable as it is scrutinized by the watchful gaze of Madame Devoré, ballet mistress extraordinaire. However, Madame Devoré has accomplished something far greater than an enjoyable ballet, she has, in my humble opinion, created a ballerina who is perfection.
I look forward to watching Miss Devoré’s career blossom and feel honoured in being present at her foray onto centre stage.
Jack Preston.
‘Congratulations, Madame Devoré,’ Tinder said. ‘It is an excellent review and will no doubt do wonders for our theatre. Does anyone know this Mr Preston?’
‘Yes, I’ve met him once and have seen him around the theatre. He started working for The Illustrated Theatre Review a couple of years ago. He’s about your age, Mr Michaels, and a right know-it-all.’ Sally said.
Marie sat silently for a moment as if to let the accolades wash over her. ‘Good. It appears that Mr Preston does appreciate ballet after all. After his last review I was beginning to wonder. Thank you Mr Michaels for sharing it with me...and thank you for your congratulations,’ Marie said as she rose from the chair. She opened her little brooch watch and looked at the time, then she turned to Lisette. ‘It is a good review but you have a long way to go before you are — as he puts it — “perfection”. Change now and I will meet you in fifteen minutes, for rehearsal. The rest of the chorus should be arriving soon.’
‘Yes, Aunt Marie,’ Lisette replied. Silence settled over the room as Marie left the dressing room. A moment passed and then another.
‘Well, I don’t care what she says. You were perfection,’ Tinder said as he gave Lisette a broad smile.
‘That’s right, you were brilliant and don’t let your dragon of an aunt ever take that away from you,’ Sally said as she gave Lisette a squeeze.
‘I heard that you managed to stop the performance,’ Tommy said with a toothy grin. ‘That’s my girl!’
‘Thank you, and I stopped it
‘What are you all doing here so early?’ Marie demanded as she strode through the door. Half a dozen or so faces turned and regarded her. Many wore looks of apprehension as she approached. Sally, Alice and Fanny sat next to Tinder Michaels and Tommy, whilst two of the stagehands stood behind them.
‘Ah, Madame Devoré, we hoped we would be the first to break the news to you,’ Tinder said as he stood up and gave her a bow.
‘News! What news?’ Marie’s brow formed into a severe frown. ‘What is all this about?’
‘Do not fret, Madame. It is good news! Good news, about our little Lisette,’ Tinder said before he reached over to the nearest table and picked up a newspaper. ‘It’s all here in the Illustrated Theatre Review.’
‘What is?’ Marie sat down and waited impatiently for Tinder to explain himself.
‘Why a review, of course. Come and sit down Lisette, you’re going to like this,’ Sally said as she gestured her friend to sit next to her.
‘Apparently, the review was added right at the last moment before the paper was released,’ Tinder explained.
‘Well, get on with it. What does it say?’ Marie said briskly as she sat down.
Tinder opened the paper to the back page and started to read.
We have long admired the graceful and ever-talented ballerina, Florentia, at the Imperial Theatre. However, last night, we were all given a glimpse of youthful precision by a certain Miss Lisette Devoré. Miss Devoré had a small part in The Imperial’s latest ballet called The Fairy. In it she portrays one of the princesses from which the prince must choose his bride. The story itself is yet again another telling of what we have come to expect from the Imperial’s program. It is another sweet, lively offering which is smothered in a fading romanticism. I may begin to question the storylines but the execution of the ballet is always transcendent. The dancing itself is impeccable as it is scrutinized by the watchful gaze of Madame Devoré, ballet mistress extraordinaire. However, Madame Devoré has accomplished something far greater than an enjoyable ballet, she has, in my humble opinion, created a ballerina who is perfection.
I look forward to watching Miss Devoré’s career blossom and feel honoured in being present at her foray onto centre stage.
Jack Preston.
‘Congratulations, Madame Devoré,’ Tinder said. ‘It is an excellent review and will no doubt do wonders for our theatre. Does anyone know this Mr Preston?’
‘Yes, I’ve met him once and have seen him around the theatre. He started working for The Illustrated Theatre Review a couple of years ago. He’s about your age, Mr Michaels, and a right know-it-all.’ Sally said.
Marie sat silently for a moment as if to let the accolades wash over her. ‘Good. It appears that Mr Preston does appreciate ballet after all. After his last review I was beginning to wonder. Thank you Mr Michaels for sharing it with me...and thank you for your congratulations,’ Marie said as she rose from the chair. She opened her little brooch watch and looked at the time, then she turned to Lisette. ‘It is a good review but you have a long way to go before you are — as he puts it — “perfection”. Change now and I will meet you in fifteen minutes, for rehearsal. The rest of the chorus should be arriving soon.’
‘Yes, Aunt Marie,’ Lisette replied. Silence settled over the room as Marie left the dressing room. A moment passed and then another.
‘Well, I don’t care what she says. You were perfection,’ Tinder said as he gave Lisette a broad smile.
‘That’s right, you were brilliant and don’t let your dragon of an aunt ever take that away from you,’ Sally said as she gave Lisette a squeeze.
‘I heard that you managed to stop the performance,’ Tommy said with a toothy grin. ‘That’s my girl!’
‘Thank you, and I stopped it
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