<span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Dania pondered the words she heard… “save the last piece for mama” <br/>What exactly did mama want a piece of? Dania was unsure, but she would try and find out. She downed the wine and set the glass aside and decided to find her way backstage. She gave one last look to the woman in the red robe before slipping through the curtain that shrouded the hall that led backstage.<br/><br/>There was a shuffle of newcomers that made their way backstage, and Dania was amongst them. On her way, she considered the thought that she would be asked to perform a number on stage. She reached back to her dance hobby and tried to remember the steps and movements of that performance she did at the festival a year ago. This dress, though being somewhat 1920’s, could make a good stage costume for it. She let the thoughts hold as she came in to the lavish dressing room. Dania heard someone say nearby, <span style="font-style: italic">“Looks like there’s no going back now ladies and gents.”</span> That was the truth. Dania had no idea how she would ‘go back’ even if she wanted to.<br/><br/>So there she was, in Madam’s dressing room with several others. Wondering what last piece mama wanted….</span>