“No sir, I’m so sorry, I’ve let my nerves get the better of me.”
“That’s unfortunate,” Mario said. “Keeping your poise under adverse conditions is part of a dancer’s job.”
“And now I’ve failed miserably,” Miranda moaned as more tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Well you’re not finished here,” Mario said. “Though I’ve had enough of your whining.” He moved to his table and handed her a Kleenex.
Taking it from him, Miranda blew her nose and wiped her eyes, all the while thinking what a horrible mess she’d made of things. She was sure Mario would dismiss her, but instead he picked up his baton, and returned to her side. He tapped her thighs lightly.
“I’ll do the choreography this time,” he said. “Let’s just begin with basic steps.”
Miranda couldn’t believe that he wanted to see
