When you see her dance by herself, do you not think of the sadness in her heart, that she has no love to guide her? When her empty eyes glance past your face, is there hope to nurture her gliding steps in your expression? Where does she go, what leads her, to show the world what it does not deserve to see? She is lonely, she is unloved, and she has waited only to wait once again, because this ballet is all her own and she may only keep dancing until someone sweeps her off her feet; she has waited.