I found out much later that when he saw the sheer joy on my face, he became determined to help me fulfill my dream.He picked up some extra shifts in t...e mine. He came home dirty and exhausted, but I was too young and selfish to see it; all that I saw was the money for the dance lessons.One day, my teacher, Ms. Renault, pulled me aside.“Marie,” she said, I had long ago brought her around on my name, “You have a rare talent, but I’m afraid that you have progressed so far that there is little more. An older Marion, but still Marion. Of course it couldn't be. But the reminder was disconcerting."Well, that's good news," the woman said. "This is my first trip to Paris and I had to make the reservation here from Frankfurt in a hurry and nothing else seemed available. At least that's what the tourist agency in Frankfurt told me." Then she smiled and held out her hand. "Anyway, my name's Susan and I'm happy to meet another American here."Diana shook her hand briefly. "I'm Diana. Do you have. C’mon with me.” She grabbed his hand and semi-dragged him across the floor in front of the dais, towards the hidden entrance she had come through. An open dressing room was behind the curtain, buzzing with six or seven women in various conditions of undress, sitting in front of a long mirror with lights around it. Make up littered a long dressing table. Bits of costume were strewn all over the place and all seemed complete uproar. Jimmy blushed and desperately wanted to bolt from the. I met Danny when I was almost twenty. Danny By Janet BakerDanny was the first love of my life. I was nineteen at the time, Danny wasyounger but that was all right, he made up for our age difference by hisunlimited enthusiasm and his devotion to me.I lived on a farm. Danny came to live with us. He was an orphan, hisfather unknown, his mother killed in an auto accident. Danny was bereft,he cried constantly. I comforted him and we.