My number one fan

The night of my performance finally arrived. To say I don't still get butterflies in my stomach would be an understatement. I may be a very talented ballerina, okay the best ballerina, but I still get a case of the performance jitters. But once I am on stage, all of that fades away, and I become the character I was chosen to portray.

It was no different when I took to the stage at the Ultra City Academy of Performing Arts. Rounds of adoring applause greeted me as I took my place. Tonight we would be performing Giselle, a two act ballet. I, of course, would be the main character Giselle. We had an encore performance picked out as well. Waltz of the Flowers from The Nutcracker.

The stage lights dimmed, the orchestra began to play, and all eyes were now focused on me. I loved the attention and the adoration of the audience, and I always gave one hundred percent to them. There was no other way I would ever perform. As I danced, I noticed one particular adoring fan in the front row who seemed to be mesmerized by every move I made. I couldn't tell much about her, but her eyes captivated me. I couldn't keep myself from looking at her. She was a raving beauty with dark hair and vivid blue eyes. Her face was that of an angel. I found myself hoping I might get the chance to meet her after my performance. As I danced, I began to dance fr her, and no one else in the audience.

I gave the performance of my life for her as she smiled back at me. She knew I was dancing for her, and she was loving it. Her face turned red as I winked at her and gave her a big smile.

In my legitimate line of work as a performing artist, I've never had time for a serious relationship. In fact, I strayed away from them. I had the occasional one night stands, but nothing to write home about. I couldn't afford a significant other because of my night job as a thief. The only real relationships I've ever had was with fences and clients who hired me to steal various items for them. But this girl, whoever she was, caught hold of my heart, and refused to let go. I wanted to get to know her, even if it meant postponing my visit to the museum after my performance. The troupe and I were slated to appear at the performing arts center for another full week of performances. The Kerwood Derby could wait. My lust for this strange girl couldn't.

Finally, the performance and the encore were over. I headed back stage to my dressing room, and found the dark haired beauty from the front row waiting for me at my door.

"Hi!" she said nervously. "May I have your autograph?" She handed me an eight by ten glossy photo of myself to sign. I signed it, and returned it with a smile.

"So, do you really like ballet, or did someone **** you to come here tonight?" I had to know if she was single, and this was the best way to start off.

"Oh, I love ballet!" she responded. "No one has to **** me to like it. I used to dance when I was quite young. If my father hadn't been a geologist who wanted me to follow in his foot steps, we might be up on the stage, dancing together. I was so passionate about it when I was young."

I gave her a winning smile. "Your father's gain is my biggest loss. I would have loved to share the stage with someone as beautiful as you are."

The girl blushed fifty different shades of red. "Thank you," she managed to reply. "I think you're beautiful too."

I couldn't hold myself back any longer. Boyfriend or girlfriend, I wanted her, and I wanted her now. I could see the lust in her eyes as well. She had the same longing as I did. I took her into my arms, and kissed her full on the lips. I was taking a chance, but it was a chance worth taking. She shyly smiled at me when our lips parted. "Do you like girls?" Why I asked that silly question I will never know. "Do you have a significant other?"

She giggled like a schoolgirl. "Yes, and no to both questions," she whispered into my ear. I could feel her warm breath on my ear, and it was driving me wild as we held each other, gazing into each other's eyes.

"You know my name, but I don't know yours. You have me at a disadvantage." I kissed her neck, and caressed the side of her face. "I've never kissed a total stranger before. But thanks to you, I discovered I like it."

"Mmmm..." she cooed. "And I like the way you kiss strangers. My name is Ashley Wilson. It's a great honor to meet you, and be kissed by you."

I broke the embrace, and took her by the hand as I opened my dressing room door. "I can think of a lot of ways we could honor each other. Come with me."

"Sounds intriguing," she said as she stepped through the door beside me.