Book 3 of the Dani Spevak Mystery Series!
pas de deux: (NOUN: pl. pas de deux)
1. A dance for two, especially a dance in ballet consisting of an entrée and adagio, a variation for each dancer, and a coda.
2. A close relationship between two people or things, as during an activity.
pas de death (NOUN: yeah ... totally made up)
1. A dance of death.
2. When Dani Spevak stumbles over a dead body and gets into another crazy situation.
Aspiring ballerina Dani Spevak is back home for the summer, recovering from an injury. What was supposed to be a simple day trip into New York City to visit her friends at the Manhattan Ballet Conservatory turns deadly when Dani discovers that the world of professional ballet can be cutthroat — literally.
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They say the professional dance world is cutthroat.
I have no idea who they are, but I'd always thought they were being figurative when they said that. You know, hyperbole and all those fancy words from English class and SAT study guides. As for them, we never hear their names, so for all I know, it could all be an urban legend.
But no. Apparently they were being literal.
Wait a second, I should probably back up, huh? I guess that would be helpful.
Okay, let's start at the beginning.
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Bzzz...
My lame old skool cell vibrated against my thigh, alerting me to an incoming text. I pulled it out halfway, trying to sneak a peak at the screen without my attracting my seat-mate's attention. To be honest, I shouldn't have cared what the college student thought since I was unlikely to ever see her again after our bus arrived at Port Authority, but her perfect highlights, super cute pink and black slides, and exquisitely-cut, short black dress exuded a level of cool I could only even hope to aspire to. Why advertise the fact that I couldn't match up?
Forget about an iThing. I had a genericThing. Once again I silently cursed my parents' refusal to buy me a smart phone. They were generally pretty cool as far as parents went, but really -- 2010 called. They wanted their technology back.
MEET @MBC @11.
One of the many drawbacks of my lack of a modern phone was no cute little talking bubbles to show our chat session, so I had to scroll up to see who sent it. Not that there was a potential cast of thousands or anything. The text could only possibly have come from either Maya or Analisa.
Scrolling...aha. Maya.
Maya Sapp was one of my two best friends. Well, actually one of my two best friends from Mountain Shadows Academy of the Arts.
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Manuela Dal Castello
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Agatha González Pacheco Lete
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