Dexter glanced at his watch quickly before he darted his eyes back to his sister, dancing on stage.
Cmon Dee-Dee, how long can Swan Lake go on? Dexter asked impatiently.
He sighed when the music finally stopped and there was applause from the crowd. Dexter watched as all of the ballerinas lined up on stage and took a bow. Dee-Dee was in the middle, she was wearing a gorgeous, white ballerina outfit that was decorated with pearls and diamonds. She stood out from the crowd as she flashed her perfect smile and pulled her beautiful blonde hair behind her small ear. Roses were thrown all across the stage from fans in the audience. Dexter frowned at this, since this would take the excitement out of the bouquet of roses that he was going to give to Dee-Dee. He shifted his weight a bit, sometimes switching the bouquet from hand to hand, until finally the ballerinas began to appear backstage, where they were met by their husbands, boyfriends, parents, or friends. Most everyone had a bouquet to give to their special ballerina, but Dexters were special. He didnt simply buy the roses in a store, he grew them himself. He had tested different chemicals for months until he finally grew a rose that was Dee-Dees favorite color, periwinkle. He had been waiting for this moment for almost a year now. This was Dee-Dees dream, after years of practice she was finally a professional ballerina, and Dexter was determined to greet her with a bouquet of flowers when she left the stage in all her glory. However, Dexters hands began to shake and he started to sweat when the moment began to draw near. He thought it would all go perfectly in these past months but now he wasnt so sure. He hadnt even seen his sister in years, how would she react when she saw him? What would she say? Dexters heart began to race when he saw Dee-Dee emerge from the curtains that led to the backstage. She smiled and waved at everyone, congratulating every ballerina she passed. Dexter began to walk toward her when she collapsed into a chair and began to unlace her slippers.
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