Richard dreamed of Daphne in her tights and upswept hair pulled back tightly, long legs coming up en pointe, mincing across the stage as if the very floor abhorred her. He watched and held his breath, his angular shoulders lost in a sea of black; the audience was never illuminated, it was always Daphne in the spotlight, Daphne alone the star to be
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