Epilogue
Peyton
“You did beautifully, Katelyn,” I said, touching her shoulder as she ran offstage.
“Thanks, Peyton!” Katelyn grinned wide, twirling in her Clara dress for our last performance of the season.
She had come back from the Joffrey summer intensive and worked harder than I’d ever seen her over the last six months to earn this role. It had been an easy decision to make.
Bebe stood there, waiting for her. They clasped hands and jumped up and down in excitement. Bebe was already dressed in her Arabian attire, a purple fitted top and sheer purple harem pants.
Some of the professional company members were still irritated with me for giving a pre-professional dancer such an important role. The solos and pas de deux were usually reserved for them, but Bebe was a star. She
