For https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-283-5-minute-freewrite-monday-prompt-graceful
Our child babbles gracefully. I do wonder if he'll fall asleep. He sounds content in his crib, wide awake, even though it's well into his naptime.
Let's talk about Ballet... Let's make up a story. First you talk, then I will. Oh you're silent?
Hep, the coolest of all the cats, was a ballet dancer before he accidentally put his foot through a cello. No one would hire him after that. He tried and tried to demonstrate that it was a fluke, but they thought that meant the next thing he would do is kick a flute, and a flute fluke wasn't something any of them was willing to risk. The big THEM in this circumstance is the dance captains, choreographers, artistic directors and various other dance troupe leaders in charge of making hiring decisions for their companies.
So Hep could only dance on his own dime, and those were dwindling, now that he had no means of making them. Even when he tried busking with his dance, he found that people gave him too wide of a berth. If there were musicians in the area, they'd harangue him like a murder of crows after an owl, sending him on his way, never settled.
Just one cello. He was despondent. He thought of that cello as he sat on the curb. It had
