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Chapter 11

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On opening night, I checked the joints of my prosthetics backstage over and over. When Mara handed me a cup of water, I realized I'd been biting my lip so hard it hurt.

Out front, the announcer was calling out the title of the piece. The door to the stage was right in front of me, but I couldn't bring myself to move.

Adam came over. "The floor's fine. I checked it myself. Just dance it the way you did yesterday."

I handed the cup back to Mara. Through the wings, all I could see were strangers' f
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    Three days after the show, I got my first official invitation.Adam and I talked it over. We'd start with two cities, and if my body could handle it, we'd add more.When I sent the confirmation email, I stared at my own name and suddenly started laughing.Mara asked what was so funny."This time I'm packing my bags for a show."Over the next year, two cities turned into six. Adam and I took Encore to one new stage after another.When I'd been walking for too long, I still needed my wheelchair. When the pain got bad, I took time off.When I couldn't do a move the old way, Adam and I changed it together. And when I needed to stop, I finally had the nerve to say, "Not today. I need a break."When Encore came back to Zurich, the theater hung my poster over the main entrance. A week before opening, the ticket page lit up with SOLD OUT. Mara took a screenshot and sent it to me, then called right after. The two of us laughed on the phone for a long time.Dante never came backstage again.Isab

  • I Lost My Legs Saving the Don   Chapter 11

    On opening night, I checked the joints of my prosthetics backstage over and over. When Mara handed me a cup of water, I realized I'd been biting my lip so hard it hurt.Out front, the announcer was calling out the title of the piece. The door to the stage was right in front of me, but I couldn't bring myself to move.Adam came over. "The floor's fine. I checked it myself. Just dance it the way you did yesterday."I handed the cup back to Mara. Through the wings, all I could see were strangers' faces. They were holding programs with my name on them, waiting for me to come out.I took a deep breath and walked, one step at a time, to the spot where I'd stood in rehearsal.The house lights went down. The music began.I sat down, pressed my palms to the floor, and turned with the music. In the first few rehearsals, I'd always had to rest at this point. Tonight, I pushed myself up and caught the next beat.Another dancer continued the movement from the other side. I used his hand for support

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    A week before opening night, the crew was rearranging the sets, so we wrapped rehearsal early.Mara and I left through the side door, weaving past the crew as they hauled props. Dante was waiting outside the gate. The moment he spotted me, he hurried over."Just one minute."He was holding the old box with my performance recordings in it. After the accident, I'd refused to watch them, so they'd stayed at the estate."All the original footage is in here. Even your first solo."I took the box. My fingers brushed the dates I'd written on it back then."Thank you."He was about to say something when someone behind him yelled, "Move!"A cart loaded with set frames came rolling down the loading ramp. A worker ran after it but couldn't catch up.The cart slammed into the edge of the doorway, sending one of the frames toppling over.I heard it, but I froze. As the frame tipped toward me, I glanced down at my legs without thinking and forgot to get out of the way.Dante lunged toward me and pus

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    I pushed the door open. Isabella was sitting among several guests, with her revised run of show spread out on the table."There you are." She got up and reached for my arm. "We were just talking about you."I stepped out of her reach and put the email on the table."When did I agree to any of this?"When she saw the paper, her smile froze."Erin, let's talk outside.""Why? You were already telling them all about it."A woman holding a program looked up. "So this hasn't been finalized?""Not even close." I looked at her. "Encore is going on exactly as planned. Dante and I broke up three years ago. We won't be attending anything together."The woman set her program back on the table. Isabella rushed to say it was all a miscommunication.She went to gather up the papers, but I pressed my hand down on them."You wrote this. So explain."She glanced at the guests and lowered her voice. "Dante wanted to sponsor the show, and his advisor reached out to my father. I'm just representing my fami

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  • I Lost My Legs Saving the Don   Chapter 7

    Erin's POV:On my second day in Switzerland, I handed my complete medical records to the doctor. He examined my old injuries below the knee and the prosthetics I'd brought with me, asked why I'd stopped training, and then asked what I wanted to achieve most."To dance."The moment I said it, my eyes stung.He didn't promise anything right away. My old injuries needed treatment, and my prosthetics had to be refitted. How far I could go would depend on the training ahead.I took notes, asked questions whenever I didn't understand something, and asked him to slow down whenever I couldn't write fast enough.Dante sent my performance photos through Mara. He also wanted to send some of his people to look after me."I'll keep the photos. I don't need his people or his money."Then I braced myself against the edge of the bed and resumed practicing transfers with my caregiver.My arms couldn't support my weight properly, and the pain when I sat back down left me drenched in sweat.I rested with

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