Bilba Baggins was in the midst of a truly beautiful dream. In it she was principal dancer in a production of "Swan Lake" and was right in the middle of the black swan pas de deux.
She’d just finished her variation to thunderous applause and the danseur playing Siegfried, a mysterious man shrouded in shadow, stepped forward to join her for the coda.
They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies in rhythm with one another and the music.
Realizing they’d arrived at her strongest part Bilba took a slow, deep breath and launched into her thirty-two fouettes en tournant.
Her execution was flawless and as she ended and launched into the final part of the dance the audience erupted once more.
She threw her arm back, head held high in triumph both for the successful performance and as dictated by the play.
Her lungs desperately sucked in oxygen and her legs had the barest tremble to them but she pushed it aside, holding the illusion of effortless grace.
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