Prologue: Adagio

Entrée-The initial part of a grand pas, which serves as an introduction for the suite of dances comprising the grand pas; The initial appearance of a lead character or characters of a ballet on stage.

'Come on, come on, come on…'

The moment the stubborn apartment key made contact with the lock, it slipped out and skidded across the wooden door, leaving a light brown trail in its wake, and, more than likely, a charge for damage of property to the current key-holder. The renter huffed and swore under her breath at the door, glancing around, before realizing that she hadn't actually uttered a word in the local language. Even if someone were to hear her, panting in the ill lit hallway and swearing at inanimate objects, she was confident that, if nothing else, she deserved a moment of being a potty mouth.

The moment the lock gave way, she sprang into the dark room and shut the door behind her. Leaning back against the door for good measure, she tried to still her breathing in case she was being followed, but he shaking of her hands refused to calm down. She thought for a moment that the spasming of her limbs came from the realization of what did…what she'd almost done.

Shaking such distracting thoughts from her head, she pushed herself from the door (for the second time that night) and made her way to the phone in the next room. Fishing a ticket stub from her pocket, she dialed the number on the back quickly and nervously, pressing button after button until she came in contact with a real person.

"Hello? Hello, I need to buy a ticket for the next flight to Baltimore. Yes, I'll hold."

Hello, my lovlies. Guess who's back...

-PointyObjects

P.S. This prologue is dedicated to a one, Maria Yaya Ericsson-Schmidt, who was kind enough to tell me how much she enjoys my work on Facebook today, while I was taking a break from writing this. And my husband, who has listened to so many rants and versions of this story, he could probably write it himself.