11.5 YEARS LATER
HAVEN POV
“Let’s run through that last section one last time, Haven,” Peter called to me from the middle of the darkened house. “I really want you to imagine you’re floating on those sissones. Remember, you’re a fairy.”
I nodded to him as I turned away from the seats of the theater and grabbed my towel from the floor of the stage to dab at the sweat on my face.
Rehearsal had been grueling. Peter was picking apart every step and transition of my interpretation of the Lilac Fairy.
Not that I minded. He was a genius when it came down to the nitty-gritty details of nailing Nureyev's choreography. Even in the short months I had been with this new company, I had already seen an improvement in my technique and my performance quality.
But damn, were my feet feeling it. I wou
