Deep Love Misplaced, Worlds Apart

I danced for eight years in the company, and I finally earned the right to become its principal. I only needed to win "Best Dancer" one more time. Before the competition, the costume I'd sewn by hand over several sleepless nights was chewed to pieces. My husband held me close and comforted me. "A mouse got into the house. I didn't watch over your costume well enough." "Don't worry. There's always next year."