Dance Sugarplum

<p><strong>The Royal Ballet proudly presents the return of a beloved Christmas classic: The Nutcracker</strong></p><p></p><p>His eyes stick to me burning my skin as I twirl across the stage. My legs ache with exhaustion and my head spins but his hunger pushes me to excellence.</p><p></p><p>His voice echoes in my mind each step reminding me that my best isn't enough anymore. This Christmas he's the only thing between me and rock bottom.</p><p></p><p>Mikhail is the only director brave enough to take a has-been like me but I'm not foolish to think his acts are born out of kindness. His price is high and his demands are darker</p><p></p><p><strong>Snow flurries sugar plums and sweet magic.</strong></p><p></p><p>I'm the broken nutcracker's doll and I enter his world willingly knowing there's no coming back.</p>