Chapter 13 - Clara Demands A Chance To Demonstrate True Artistry
“The Lincoln Center board will have us arrested before we even step foot past the grand lobby security,” Julian objected.
“Not if we walk in through the artists’ private backstage entrance using your mother’s old security pass,” Clara replied.
She pulled a silver metal identification card from her small pocket, holding it up under the dimming lights.
“You kept her pass all these years?” Julian asked, staring at the faded photograph of a young Elena Vance.
“I kept everything worth saving from a world that tried to turn us into disposable commodities,” Clara whispered.
She stood up, walked to the barre, and slipped her bare feet back onto the pristine hardwood floor.
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“Now, watch me, Julian; I’m going to show you why they were so terrified of us back in 1995,” Clara commanded.
The afternoon sun dipped below the Manhattan skyline, casting long golden shadows across the expansive mirrored walls.
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