Chapter Twenty-Two
In Chay’s mind, opening night at the Bolshoi would go down as one of the most memorable triumphs of her career.
The girls ran through their energetic opening sequence with supreme precision. Not a hesitation nor a misplaced foot anywhere, yet the audience sat on their hands. An unenthusiastic ripple of applause ranged through the house and provided little in the way of inspiration for the dancers. But everyone in the Demon knew they were the upstart Americans, come to match their talents against the best in the world. Naturally the audience assumed a wait and see attitude. The snobbery stagnated the air.
The second sequence was Bobby’s answer to Ireland’s RiverDance phenomenon.
When the lights came up, Rex, Bobby’s dance captain, stood alone at center stage. She was
