“So, you’re that American choreographer I heard about, huh? Well, be ready, for a perfect performance like you’ve never seen—“

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Gabin walks into Genevieve’s office, his eyes wide.

“I need to have him. He must be mine.”

At the coordinator’s questioning look, Gabin puts his hands on her desk’s edge and continues.

“That choreographer…he found my every flaw in a simple show-off of mine. That guy…I want him to be my choreographer.”