makes her blush.
He zips up his bag. âIâm sorry.â She can see he means it.
Now Christopher looks at her. His eyes look darker, deeper set, with the slight smudges beneath them. The old swooning feeling comes back to her. Only it is changed. She feels a vertiginous swell of something for this long-faced counterfeit prince. She knows now though that it is not love. What is it?
âThat guy? Watching you that first day? I know him. I remember him. He comes around David Howardâs.â He begins lacing up his high-top sneakers. âBe careful of him. Heâs a creep.â Now he doesnât smile. He looks at her with his bruised-looking eyes. âThere are creeps everywhere. The perverts are the ones who get caught.â
He pauses in the doorway and turns back around. âBallet is not about me. Itâs about you. Youâll see. Ballet is woman. Thatâs what Balanchine said.â He reaches in his pocket and holds out the eyeliner pencil. âHere,â he says. âItâs almost finished anyway. Try to get it right under your eye, otherwise it looks lame. It gives your eyes depth. If you burn it first, then let it cool for a minute, itâs even darker.â
She takes the pencil from him.
He turns and walks down the hallway to the elevator. She watches him go, her fist clenched around the little hard nub of a pencil.
She stops by the dressing room on the way out to get her coat. The room is deserted except for Robin, who has stayed after the older girlsâ class to practice, no doubt, and is changing into her street clothes. Robin is naked. She has never seen Robin naked beforeâshe usually arrives from school already with leotard and tights on underneath her street clothes. Her body is long and extremely white, more substantive than it appears in leotard and tights. Her nipples, big as raspberries, sit directly on her ribs.
There are two bright red spots on her pale cheeks.
Robin nods at Mira and begins pulling on a pair of jeans without any underwear.
Mira stands awkwardly in the center of the room for a moment. Then she surprises herself by walking up to Robin. âAre you going to audition?â Mira asks. Robin hunches over a bit and peers at Mira as if she is surprised to find her there. Mira realizes she has made a big mistake: she has come too close to Robin. But she doesnât want to move back. If she moves back it will somehow be admitting she made a mistake to begin with. She and Robin are practically pressed up together. She can smell the certain combination of flowers and salt that she associates with those older than she is, with a next phase of life. She is dizzy with being so close to Robinâs long flat body, milky skin, and raspberry nipples.
Robinâs face looks beautiful in the weak, dusty light of the spaceâlong and pale, big eyes, and a strange grimace. Her voiceâwhich Mira realizes she has never heardâis a whisper. âIn the fall? Sure. But just for SAB this time. I havenât heard such good things about the ABT school.â
âMe, too,â Mira says. She canât believe that sheâs speaking to Robin. She pictures the old man with the glittering woman on his arm.
Then another whisper from inside a see-through undershirt Mira has seen men but never women wear: âHow many times have you tried before?â
âNone,â Mira says.
âReally? Most girls start auditioning at five or six. When I was your age, I had already auditioned four times.â
Mira sees what her motherâs lack of vigilance has cost herâall the missed opportunities. At the same time, sheâs amazed that Robin, perfect Robin who had played the Flower Princess for two years in a row, didnât get in. Her face fills with blood. She doesnât know where to look.
âLook,â Robin says.
In her palm, Robin holds a purple plastic square the size of a Cracker Jack box prize. Robin is
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