She ran her hands over the feathers and sequins. Recognised the way they felt, her limbs twitching in remembrance.
“Do you remember these, Nana?”
She felt a boa placed over her shoulders, heard a tune begin to form in her head, lifted an arm from her shoulder in one fluid, rippling movement.
Suddenly she could feel the heat from the lights, could feel the thick make up on her skin, could feel the arms of her fellow dancers around her waist as they prepared for their kicks.
She heard a whisper from downstage left.
“I told you she’d remember.”
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