The Life First Love
Her talent astounded me, the way she told a woman’s life story through dance, the song a perfect backdrop to her flawlessly perfect movements.
In the back of my mind, I wondered who else was watching her, who else was as touched by her as I was. But if they were, I couldn’t look away from her long enough to glare at them if they were. She made me fall in love with the song all over again, our song. “Blink. I hear it’s good for the corneas.”
“Shut up, Lance, and stuff your face with canapes.” He snickered again, but I was in no mood to trounce him for the stunt he’d pulled.