Chapter 262
Stepping out of the car, Hadley lingered at the entrance, casting a puzzled glance at Eric. What was his reason for bringing her here?
With a casual tilt of his head toward the building, Eric led the way.
“Come, follow me.”
“Alright.”
She hesitated for a moment, then decided to follow him.
Although she had no idea what Eric’s intentions were, the mere mention of Lightning Dance Studio sparked a blend of anticipation and curiosity inside her. Before returning to Srixby, Hadley had researched the troupe and even considered auditioning.
However, the daunting details she uncovered had dampened her spirits.
The troupe’s leader did not hold open auditions. Rumors even circulated that they operated a specialized training program for young talent, rarely hiring externally.
Disheartened, Hadley had abandoned the thought.
Now, as she followed Eric, she realized he was guiding her toward the backstage area. No show was scheduled for the night, yet the rehearsal space was buzzing with activity; some dancers were perfecting their routines, while others were honing their solo performances.
As she watched them, Hadley felt a surge of excitement.
Suddenly, Eric clasped her hand.
“What are you staring at?” Eric pulled her closer. “Watch your step and keep your eyes ahead.”
Right after his warning, they stopped in front of a door.
Releasing her hand, he adjusted her shirt. “Stay calm and don’t freak out when you meet Ms. Nicolson. Just answer her questions clearly.”
Hadley’s eyes widened in surprise. “Sorry, who?”
“Ms. Nicolson,” Eric replied, his smile widening. “Blanche Nicolson. You’re a fan of modern dance, so you must know of her.”
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“Yes, absolutely.” Hadley nodded eagerly.
To say she knew of Blanche was an understatement. Blanche Nicolson was an icon in the dance world!
“Cool.”
With that, Eric knocked lightly on the door.
“Come in.”
From beyond the door, a voice beckoned, warm and inviting.
Eric nudged the door open and looked back at Hadley. “Stay cool. This is your first time meeting her. Make a good impression.”
“Right.” Though her nerves were alive with excitement, Hadley managed a nod.
They stepped into a quaint, inviting suite.
Seated on the couch was a woman who seemed to blend sophistication with casual grace, perhaps in her late thirties or early forties. Fine lines marked the corners of her eyes, yet her skin was flawless, and she carried herself with a toned, confident presence.
Hadley’s heart raced—this was the legendary Blanche in the flesh!
She had only ever seen Blanche through pictures on the Internet. The thrill for any dancer meeting such a renowned figure was indescribable