53. The Dancer - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. THE HORNET'S KNEES - NIGHT


• The small club is packed with people, lights flashing, freezing the dancers for microseconds.


• ANYA dances in the center of the pack, seemingly untouched by the sweating mob around her.


• She drifts, spinning, slowly dancing to herself. Her eyes are closed, her hands twisting gently in front of her face.


• Her skirt sweeps at the floor, billowing, twisting back and forth.


• The music is frenzied, but she dances on the offbeats...to a tune of her own.


• The strobe freezes her motions, the red of her skirt making her stand apart from the mass around her.


• Her dark hair flows around her face, covering her eyes, tiny breads, hiding in the long tresses.


• A band of metal wraps around her upper arm, twisting and gleaming in the light.


• She looks across the room, smiles, then slips one of her rings off and holds it in her palm and she sways.


• ANDRE stares at her from the other end of the room, standing on his tiptoes to get a glimpse of her.


• He tries to look away, but can't.


• He wipes his fingers along his neatly creased pants, then stands.


• He pushes his way through the crowd, trying to reach Anya.


• He loses sight of her and moves quickly.


• He looks down, his eyes creasing in frustration and sees a glint on the floor.


• A ring lies on the floor, precariously close to dancing feet.


• Andre reaches down quickly, and snatches it up.


• He recognizes it as Anya's ring and smiles.


• He breathes slowly, trying to bring his heart rate down.


• He stands at the center of the room, eyes closed, trying to hold on to her image in his mind as dancers swirl around him.


• FADE TO BLACK.