<span style="color: #BF0000"> Trolleri sat at the mirror toped table and counted the coins they had collected from a good nights work. â€œWe did good Michael! Lets celebrate!â€ Trolleri stood up and walked over to her friend, guardian, and â€œbig brotherâ€. â€œPlease Michael; we never have any fun away from performing.â€ He just looked back at her and then walked over to the table and put the money away in a silk draw string bag.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF"> Michael looked at Trolleri as she counted the money and then begged to do something. She was always like this after a performance, hyper until someone put her to bed. Michael ignored the usual question, put the money up and turned back to the little girl. â€œBed time, no excuses.â€ He strode back to her and picked her up. â€œYou are tired from the dance.â€ He pulled back the cover and laid her down tucking her into the blankets. â€œGoodnight my little dancer.â€ He gently kissed the top of her head and shut out the lights going to sleep in the second bed.</span>