O ne year later…
The auditorium though decorated for the occasion still reeked of lunchtime sandwiches. Laylee maneuvered carefully through the rows of plastic chairs.
A makeshift curtain had been strung across the small stage though it was a few inches too short; little ballet slippers could be seen pitter-pattering across the stage at a frantic pace. Laylee clutched Rikki’s hand and led her toward a few empty chairs she spotted in the third row. Sitting down she scanned the crowd. Malky caught her eye and winked. Laylee waved. The regulars.
Suddenly she noticed her mother standing at the entrance of the auditorium looking wholly out of place. Laylee stood up and wove her way back through the mass of chairs.
“Well this is lovely ” she said to Laylee as she approached. “And prime seats as well how nice.” She wore a tight smile and gripped her Chanel pocketbook.
