Dear Cincinnati ( Read more... )

image of the night, Rachael:

Emmalee chasing us down the street as we drove away from the cast party for The Shoes That Were Danced to Pieces, her coltish legs stretching as she refused to look at us, like she knew that the moment we disappeared that everything was over, that the magic had ended ( Read more... )

I do not understand the male/female dance. There is some language at play there that I'm not privy to ( Read more... )