Silver – stanza 19.3

“We’re arranging a show, a ballet Gala
Four months from now in the capital
We want you to headline, dance a gran
Pas de deux with a ballerina we discovered”
My comprehension halted at the word “headline”
All I could do was nod, positive but lost
What was he saying, what did he mean?
A thousand questions assaulted my mind
In a jumble of wonder, when do we leave?
How much does it pay? What would I dance?
Where would I stay? Did he really mean me?
Over the next hour, he explained the score
As I managed to ask my questions
Looking back, I realize the one thing
I never questioned was whether to go
Along with the scheme, sold at “headline”
And bolstered by my supreme confidence
In myself, why wouldn’t they want me?
So I rushed in where wise men might not
The other question I didn’t pursue was
Allison, who was she and what had she done?
Come to think of it, I did ask him something
About her; he told me that she was his reason
For producing the show, without her, no show
So I made arrangements with my company
Who were preparing for a long break anyway
Packed my bags, grabbed my passport
Met in the lobby by a big limousine sent by
Courlain and flew a private jet to the States

About Lord Malinov

Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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