Minutes Before Showtime
It was mere minutes before showtime. The dancers lined up on the pavement, just at the edge of the muddy field. They ran through their entire routine for an audience of one, spinning in the steppe wind, oblivious to all but the present moment — and the next movement.
It was mere minutes before showtime. The dancers lined up on the pavement, just at the edge of the muddy field. They ran through their entire routine for an audience of one, spinning in the steppe wind, oblivious to all but the present moment — and the next movement.
It was mere minutes before showtime. The dancers lined up on the pavement, just at the edge of the muddy field. They ran through their entire routine for an audience of one, spinning in the steppe wind, oblivious to all but the present moment — and the next movement.