" She sounded more nervous than she'd intended to."Please, come up," enthused the voice. The door clicked open, andJane crept inside."How did you hear... about me?" asked the man Jane had spoken to on the intercom, a respectable looking man in his late thirties. He had a full beard which was already starting to get a few white hairs, and wore oldfashioned glasses. He sat down in front of her, motioning for her to do the same.Jane looked around at the surprisingly normal looking office. The walls. A girl’s laughter rang through the woods. It was almost a shriek, but if you have raised children, you know the difference. Her laughter sparked similar cackling. Mischief was certain. As I approached, other voices tittered and giggled. When I could understand their words between their exclamations, I paused, accepting the sin of eavesdropping.“I win!” The girl declared. “Took all three of you to hold me down.”“Yeah, but WE win ‘cause, um-” Another young girl argued. I guessed from her shrill. I just Hugged her and kissed her forehead and said don’t be so sad this a phase will go away don’t worry.She had her eyes filled with unshed tears I was feeling bad for her but didn’t know what to do. We then boarded the flight and as the flight took of we were served alcohol I had a Vodka and asked her to which she to had Vidka with me.I just needed it after such intense talks of hers to lighten up.Devina too had and said sorry I put you in an off mood by talking about my bored life. I told. Anne was regarded as something of a legend by the other dancers. She knew all the moves and choreography. However, her dancing style continued to earn the respect of the younger dancers. Anne combined spontaneity with incredible precision in her dancing, and it was the unpredictable part of her that made her one of the greats. She was taller than the average ballerina was, and her hair had turned snow white. She kept her hair stylishly short, and tended to wear little makeup.Many of the younger.