Clarice rolled her wheelchair into Giselle's dressing room.
Behind her followed the producer, the director, and a small crowd of staff, all speaking hurriedly, their voices laced with urgency. Everyone continuously tried to persuade Clarice.
They refused to let Giselle perform.
"Dear Ms. Bones," Giselle addressed Clarice, noticing the sudden weariness in her demeanor. She felt a pang of guilt, unsure of what to say.
The entourage didn't even spare Giselle a glance. Instead, they turned their attention to Clarice, speaking with a tone of deep concern. "Ms. Bones, things have escalated to this point. We need to change the program."
Clarice was a maestro of contemporary dance, and everyone knew to respect her opinion. Whether it was reducing the number of performers or replacing someone,
