Now she had Natalia's full attention. This was her dream. "Really? Where are they playing?"
Mr. Kumarov kept sucking one cigarette after another.
"Oh, all over Europe. It's a tour, such a big deal. That's why they're shouting, I guess," the gossipy ballerina said.
"Wow..." Natalia said. She let her mouth hang for a while, but at some point she stopped staring at miss Olga's office and just went to finish her exercises and stretches at her usual spot.
Natalia simply focused on Tchaikovsky's music, her eyes shut. She was on pointe position, and she casually went through the entire first act on her own. She knew it all by heart.
She simply danced.
Natalia smelled cigarettes at some point.
She opened her eyes to see Mr. Kumarov right in front of her, mouth open, the cigarette burning do
