Fiorentina/Dalia Forsky
The stage had been set.
It was a literal stage, with bright lights overhead, and people were watching in their seats facing it. I wore a beautiful frilly dress and felt something wrapped around my legs. Some kind of cloth.
As I took in more of the moment, the words rushed to me. It was almost like I was somebody else, and perhaps I was. I was somebody else – elsewhere. I wore a tutu and tights. The tutu was about an inch or two above my ankle, which was modest enough for the time. It was primarily white with a blue bodice. A crown of flowers was on my head. I was about to play Giselle, a sought-after role. I had wanted the role for a long time.
On the other hand, the story itself troubled me. Giselle might be the star, but the peasant girl was seduced by a nob
