PART 3
“I know how I’ll do it.” Gigi pressed the play button on the recorder. Tchaikovsky went loud. In a black leotard, Gigi started her Pique turning across the studio. “I’ll make three swans into one!”
“Three . . . one . . .” Her ballet instructor Wei turned back from the mirror, baffled. He lit up a cigarette and watched her, a choreograph he had never thought of. From Attitude to Pirouette a la seconde, Gigi covered the dance floor, flashed twenty-three Pirouettes and finished with a perfect Arabesque. He was stunned. She bowed said, “Because there is nobody else in school can do this with me. What do you think?”
On that bright sunny day in Xiangshan, a little town in the North of Beijing, Gigi brought her three-into-one swan dance live at the private event entertaining an affiliat
