Do we really choose the people we fall in love with?
Michael Baldwin is a successful professional dancer who has it all; a great career, a long-term relationship with his lover David, and a brand new lake view house they built together on Lake Michigan.
The sudden death of his unbearable dance partner, sets into motion a series of events that makes Michael question his settled life when he falls head over heels for his new dance partner, Elizabeth.
Dance of the Heart explores the complications of love, lust, friendship and family; illustrating that no matter who we are or who we love, attractions make everyone a little crazy.
After Michael changed, they left the theater, totally oblivious of how life was about to change. Michael woke up the next morning to the phone ringing. David came out of the bathroom and picked up the phone.
“Yes he is, just a moment.”
He handed Michael the phone.
“Hello,” he said in a rough voice.
It was Marcus Huston, the company’s Ballet Master.
“Michael, I have some terrible news to tell you.”
“What is it Marcus?”
“Margo is dead.”
There was silence.
“What happened?” Michael managed to say.
“I just spoke to the detective and he has determined that it was an accident. Apparently a ladder fell onto some scaffolding holding up a portion of the set, which fell over, catching an electrical wire and pulled down a track of lighting. They found Margo underneath the pile of lights. She was killed instantly. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Michael,” said Marcus.
“Wow, I don’t know what to say Marcus,” Michael said blankly.
“I’ve decided to call off tonight’s performance. Sara will fill in tomorrow night, but she just told me yesterday that she needed to take a leave of absence, as her mother has a terminal illness. I will make some phone calls and see who might be available,” said Marcus.
“Thanks for calling, Marcus,” Michael said and hung up the phone feeling dumbfounded.
Michael knew he had nothing to do with Margo’s death, but still felt guilty about the things he said the night before. After talking with David, he reasoned that he was probably just one of many people who had similar thoughts about Margo.
“My guess is at least 4 or 5 hundred other people hated her as much as you did,” said David.
“Thanks David, I almost feel better,” he said as he poured himself a drink.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
