They’d be able to edit from the recording of both performances to pick the best shots and interpretation.Our ‘costumes’ arrived at noon as we we...e all gathered in the dressing room. For Cindy, Desi, Remas, and me, it just meant our regular performance clothes—all black—were clean and pressed. Sophie and Brittany, of course, examined their costumes to be sure everything was perfect. Sophie would dance both Mozart’s Symphony No. 40, first movement, Molto Allegro, what we called I read the manual,. Tushar had a sudden disbelief watching the leather whip in my hand. I gently rubbed my hands on his cheeks,"How was the day baby?" I made him kiss my palms."It was fine baby," he said with his chin still struggling to move after being stuck directly to the top to the table."Did you work well?" I asked."I didn't, I again had these fears roaming in my head." Tushar spoke sluggishly."Why are you much bothered for your work baby? Are you scared of not earning?" I roamed my hand over his face. Maybe he could have turned it into a better life in time. It definitely held promise. He felt glad he could give the woman such a life. She deserved it. A metallic sounding voice came over the loudspeaker in the bleak little room and started counting down from ten. The man looked down at the woman's feet and let his gaze wander up, across her wasted body, until it met her eyes. The fear and sorrow he saw there felt like a slap. As carefully as he could, he got up without disturbing the wires. “Well, goodbye then. Take care going back and I am sure we will see each other again. Thanks for the lift and everything.” She turned to go, trying to make it as easy as possible, but Che threw his arms around her and kept kissing her face and hair. She struggled to free herself, then kissed his cheeks and stepped beyond the boundary of his domain. From Che’s point of view, she had just winked out, as if stepping through a curtain into nothingness, but Susan could see through the veil between.