Her chest pangs at his admission of missing her; not just himself but the collection of people she’d left behind in Paris for the siren call of New York and new life. Anthony, Charlotte – hell, even Arturo, despite all of her distant disapproval of his antics.
“I’ve missed you as well – everyone.”
The guilt she feels for giving all of them up, giving Paris up, but the smallest chance at the spotlight and to be the one most beckoned by the cheers of the audience. What would have been a blush of pride once upon a time is replaced by a flush of shame on her cheeks. She now understands fully what it means to come home with your tail between your legs.
And the scene she had stumbled upon in his flat only seemed to add more salt to the wound.
She rounds towards the balcony at the sounds of the whistle, glaring upwards from the street. Annette is sure her gaze most likely isn’t distinctly visible from that far above, but she hopes the intention behind her scowl is felt.
She turns back to Bhari at his question, chewing at her bottom lip as she considers it.
“Yes, I will be. I’m very lucky, seemingly they’ve had a lot of trouble finding someone who could take my place.”
Center stage. Old room at the Moulin. Old life once again.
“They want me back on the stage as early as tomorrow evening.”
“I’m not surprised by that,” he said sweetly. “I... I haven’t been back there much since you left. Hardly at all. I tried, a few times, but the show was hardly the same without your act. I may be, uh, biased though.”
Besides the obvious reason of catching him at an awkward time, Bhari wasn’t certain why she seemed so sad. It appeared to him as though there was something beyond that, pulling the corners of her lips downward.
“I won’t keep you, but I’d like to see you again.” Bhari wrapped his arms around himself. “I’m cold and-- and I won’t take no for an answer.” While his insistence was meant in good faith he regret the possibility that he could upset her more, and the opportunity that opened for Annette to say no.
The chill was getting to him now, and he shifted his weight back and forth, from one foot to the next. “Tomorrow? The next day, even---I won’t keep you from rehearsal if they need you.”
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