Was Blanche suggesting she might join her dance troupe? Hadley wondered if that was the implication.
"Perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself," Blanche said as she stood. "Let's go out there. I want to see you dance."
"Okay, Ms. Nicolson," Hadley responded, her voice steady as she inhaled deeply.
Lacking proper dance attire, Hadley opted to perform in what she was wearing, selecting the renowned piece Frontier by Martha Graham.
Despite her casual attire, her performance was flawless.
Observing with folded arms, Blanche found her admiration grew with each move Hadley made. On top of it all, Hadley seemed vaguely familiar, like they had met before.
As the dance concluded, Hadley paused and faced Blanche respectfully. "I would appreciate any feedback you might have, Ms. Nicolson."
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