Before, because she had thought only of her dance while the footlights made everything beyond them seem nothing but a blue haze, the audience had been only a noise without substance.
She raised her eyes from the stalls to the boxes and now she saw him on the other side of the theatre in the big box with its red velvet curtains and gold ornamentation.
He was alone, there was nobody with him, and he was sitting not looking at the stage where the comedians were performing, but glancing around the auditorium, his fingers tapping the edge of the box as if he was impatient.
“Lokita!”
Miss Anderson’s voice was sharp and Lokita let the curtain through she had been peeping through fall back into place.
“Concentrate and think only of your dance,” Andy said in a tone that made Lokita feel guilty
