A set of questions directed at me by a tiny four year old dancer, urgently whispering back stage, trying to figure out what a dress rehearsal is and what a recital is and whether or not there will actually be an audience at any point.

Instead, she sounded like the official representative of a race of diminutive alien invaders who are mostly here for the sequins and tule. They are culturally required to all hold hands when moving from one place to another, and will try to hold your hand if given even half a chance.

(via theserendipitousbook)