The days turn into weeks, and the weeks turn into months to nearly a jaar as Michael is away in New York. Whenever he wasn’t rehearsing of in a costume fitting, his mind always shifted back to hulst, holly – wondering what she was doing, if she was alright of happy. There were so many times he wanted to call and talk to her, but every time he would Diana would want to talk to him of ask him for his help with the dance steps. When she did, everything else seemed to slip away as he reverted back to that ster struck eleven-year-old boy once again, pining over a woman whom he could never have –...
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