A few days ago ...
Tony closed the browser on his computer with a sigh. He'd been reading the Classical Ballet News, just as he did every morning with his cup of cappuccino beside him and his daughter on his lap. Most mornings, he casually browsed the website, not finding anything of particular interest, but wanting to stay up to date on the world of ballet back home on Earth, despite the fact that he no longer lived there. Every now and then, he would stumble on an interesting article regarding a show or a company or a dancer he'd once known. Today it was the latter, and it was not good news either.
The headline read:
Career-Ending Injury for Christian Benoit of the National Ballet of Canada
Christian Benoit' Tony knew that name well. Though they had never shared the stage, most principals knew each other at least by reputation. Christian was one of the most talented and respected dancers in the business, and he and Tony just happened to be old friends. He was still young for a dancer, in his late twenties or early thirties, and at the peak of his career. To have suffered an injury at this point in his career and at his age was nothing short of devastating.
Tony went on to read how Christian had injured his neck, shoulder, and back doing an extraordinarily difficult lift during a rehearsal of Swan Lake and found he could not repeat the move without risking dropping his partner or causing himself further pain and injury. MRIs confirmed torn ligaments and several ruptured disks. Despite surgery and physical therapy, Christian's career as a dancer was over. For a dancer of his caliber and talent, it was tragic.
But then, Christian had never been to Rhy'Din.
Tony looked over the names of those who'd submitted an application for the new ballet season - particularly, the men. James Willis. At least, that name made Tony smiled. Jamie had come to them a diamond in the rough. He'd been young and inexperienced, at least compared to some, but he'd worked hard and proven himself more than capable of his position as a principal. Tony needed him more than ever this year, as he was hoping to devote more time to directing and choreographing and less time to dancing, but with only one male principal dancer, that was going to prove difficult.
If he could somehow convince Christian to come to Rhy'Din, there was a good chance he could find a healer who could cure his injuries and give him his career back. Tony didn't want to blackmail his old friend into dancing for him in exchange for a cure, and yet, he thought he might be able to make him an offer so tempting he wouldn't be able to refuse.
The first person he called to get the ball rolling was Irina Sokolova, the troupe's ballet mistress. Irina knew everyone in the business, and if anyone knew how to get Christian to Rhy'Din, it was Irina. The rest was up to Christian.
Tony closed the browser on his computer with a sigh. He'd been reading the Classical Ballet News, just as he did every morning with his cup of cappuccino beside him and his daughter on his lap. Most mornings, he casually browsed the website, not finding anything of particular interest, but wanting to stay up to date on the world of ballet back home on Earth, despite the fact that he no longer lived there. Every now and then, he would stumble on an interesting article regarding a show or a company or a dancer he'd once known. Today it was the latter, and it was not good news either.
The headline read:
Career-Ending Injury for Christian Benoit of the National Ballet of Canada
Christian Benoit' Tony knew that name well. Though they had never shared the stage, most principals knew each other at least by reputation. Christian was one of the most talented and respected dancers in the business, and he and Tony just happened to be old friends. He was still young for a dancer, in his late twenties or early thirties, and at the peak of his career. To have suffered an injury at this point in his career and at his age was nothing short of devastating.
Tony went on to read how Christian had injured his neck, shoulder, and back doing an extraordinarily difficult lift during a rehearsal of Swan Lake and found he could not repeat the move without risking dropping his partner or causing himself further pain and injury. MRIs confirmed torn ligaments and several ruptured disks. Despite surgery and physical therapy, Christian's career as a dancer was over. For a dancer of his caliber and talent, it was tragic.
But then, Christian had never been to Rhy'Din.
Tony looked over the names of those who'd submitted an application for the new ballet season - particularly, the men. James Willis. At least, that name made Tony smiled. Jamie had come to them a diamond in the rough. He'd been young and inexperienced, at least compared to some, but he'd worked hard and proven himself more than capable of his position as a principal. Tony needed him more than ever this year, as he was hoping to devote more time to directing and choreographing and less time to dancing, but with only one male principal dancer, that was going to prove difficult.
If he could somehow convince Christian to come to Rhy'Din, there was a good chance he could find a healer who could cure his injuries and give him his career back. Tony didn't want to blackmail his old friend into dancing for him in exchange for a cure, and yet, he thought he might be able to make him an offer so tempting he wouldn't be able to refuse.
The first person he called to get the ball rolling was Irina Sokolova, the troupe's ballet mistress. Irina knew everyone in the business, and if anyone knew how to get Christian to Rhy'Din, it was Irina. The rest was up to Christian.