Chase was sitting in the chair in the back of the room giving the dancers plenty of room.  He had been sitting there for hours and nothing was too his liking.  "Nyet, Nyet, vhat is is vith you peoples, I need perfect." Chase yelled<br/><br/>Chase stood up and paced a little more looking at the piece of paper in his hand looking over the list of names all of these people that were suppose to be the best of the best.  Well they were the best of the best of something that was for sure.  It was not that they were not any good, they were just not what he was looking for.  The look, grace, style, nothing compared to the idea he wanted for this part.  It had to be someone who was confident enough to be on the stage by themselves.<br/><br/>Chase noticed that the last name on his list was standing in the middle of the room.  He knew about this woman, the was the blind dancer who was referred to him from some of his esteemed colleagues.<br/><br/>"Vell Ms. Kieara, show me what you have that everyone has been talking to me about."  Chase was looking at her and could already tell that she had the looks that he was looking for, now if only she had the dance capabilities.