He nodded and bellowed through the loudspeaker, “Action!”

Giselle Molina, the leading lady in this theatrical tale, was a ballet dancer of humble means, her attire a delicate, ethereal dress befitting her role.

Amidst the snow-covered landscape, Stella stood, the frigid air biting at her skin.

In her mind, she transformed into Giselle.

She gracefully rose onto her tiptoes, wearing a serene smile.

Arms raised, she moved with purpose, lifting and spinning, then halting.

Each action was a flawless and fantastical display like a belle dream.

In the quiet surroundings, she continued to dance in the snow, as if a silent ballet played in her mind.

Every movement, an ode to the art.

She resembled a seasoned dancer, the music of ballet echoing in her every step.

Finally with a light jump, she landed, with the white ballet skirt twirling with her motion.

ages since she danced, and while a tad rusty, a gentle smile

seemed powerless

Luther’s satisfied shout

lost in the enchantment of her perfect dance, snapped back to reality, breaking

lacking sophisticated acting experience, managed

however, ground her teeth, disappointed

a malevolence flashing in

Stella basked in the

moved towards her down

thick overcoat

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