Just Genevieve

Just Genevieve

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Romance
Genevieve's biggest comfort in life has always been dancing. When she stood on stage she could easily forget the bullies, the hardships, the problems of being a Jewish orphan in Hitler's Germany and become somebody else. So when she's given the opportunity to escape Berlin and become part of a family she couldn't be happier. With a pair of Lilac slippers and a head-full of dreams she's well on her way to happiness. Then Genevieve's dream is altered by the arrival of Patrice; a brooding musical protege with a massive chip on his shoulder. Genevieve can't stand his callous attitude yet she finds herself drawn to him. They share a love of the arts and both have pasts they'd rather leave behind. But will social conventions, reputations and their own ambition get in the way?
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||A short story that was inspired by the Eraserheads' song - "Ang Huling El Bimbo"|| She moved her body gracefully into the soft, sultry music that played in the background. He watched, mesmerized by her grace and beauty whenever she was on stage. He played the guitar, making tunes that complemented the lyrics to a song. As his voice blended beautifully with his music. She watched, enthralled by the song he made for her. They tangled themselves in each other's arms. Their bodies slowly glided through the dance floor. It was the last time, as they believed that one day they would do this again. He left. She stayed. Time was running. Will they have their happy ending?

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