Waldo

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His feet created an intricate tympany of crisp, clean taps. There was a breath-catching silence as he leaped high into the air, higher than a human being should - and performed, while floating there, a fantastically improbable entrechat douze

He landed on his toes, apparently poised, yet producing a fortissimo of thunderous taps

The spotlights cut, the stage lights came up. The audience stayed silent a long moment, then realized it was time to applaud, and gave

He stood facing them, letting the wave of their emotion sweep through him. He felt as if he could lean against it; it warmed him through to his bones

It was wonderful to dance, glorious to be applauded, to be liked, to be wanted

When the curtain rang down for the last time he let his dresser lead him away. He was always a little bit drunk at the end of a performance; dancing was a joyous intoxication even in rehearsal, but to have an audience lifting him, carrying him along, applauding him - He never grew jaded to it. It was always new and heartbreakingly wonderful

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