Till the last Light Fades

This book has been moved to Nova_Lights_

The lights,music, and the faces as the crowd stared at her expecting only the best. She adore it all of it the costumes, people, traveling but little did she know this was her last show on a real stage....

"Ladies and Gentleman! Come one, come all! Feast your hungry eyes on a once in a lifetime opportunity to see one of the most prestigious, award winning ballet beauties right here, right now! Dancing to "Swan lake" is Ms. Chello De Luca!"

Her feet, light and airy, jumping across the bluring lights like airborne dandelion seeds, her eyes glimmering with passion locked within every move of her body, heart beating to the soft pittering--

"Ms... Ms. Chello?"

The woman's eyes averted from her story, she softly sighed while setting her glasses aside, long pencil legs crossed over another with her usual crop top flowing around her small frame.

"Oui, Isak?" She asked him with a pointed look, Her voice muddled with traces and notes of different accents from countries more mixed than her clothing made from all over the world. She looked perturbed from being interrupted from her nostalgic daydream.

He nervously handed her the pale blue envelope, a large official stamp closing it

"It's... The bank."

"Oh? What could they want I payed the rent on the studio and on everything else for this month.." She opened the letter her sharp nails easily cutting the weak wax on the seal. She pulled out the papers reading though them and seemly getting more upset before dropping the letters and letting out a gasp.

Isak caught a look at the letters reading what they said in big bold letters.

The studio on Bradford, Blvd in Brooklyn, NY will be repossessed due to lack of interest the public shows toward the 'art' this action will be done if not proven wrong by May 27, 2017 we thank you for your corporation.
Signed,
Landon S. Windle (CEO of Lanolin Inc.