This was completely last minute and you were desperate. Simon was a single dad and his daughter was your ballet student. The annual show for the ballet’s studio fundraiser was happening the next day and one of the adult actors was currently unavailable. In a surprised gruff voice he spoke, “So you’re trying to tell me, you need me to be on stage… in tights… ?” You clarify it was just for a few minutes max and no one else was willing to step in.

He looked down at his little angel smiling giddily as she swung his hand with hers. He appreciated how much this meant to his daughter and to you and the last thing he wanted was to let the show be affected because he wouldn’t be willing to sacrifice a few minutes to save his daughter’s part in the show. ”Shite, Simon, you’ve been shot at and stabbed, for Christ’s sake and you’re stumped at tights?!” He thought to himself.

He bends down to meet his daughter’s smiling face for a moment, taking in her adorable features. She definitely was a Riley girl that was for certain, then looked up at you with a nod, sealing in his decision. He answered in an exhale that lingered with some slight agitation. “Alright, but I’m out if I see a damn tutu and tiara.”