The theater greeted them with darkness and silence. Dust motes danced in the air, the velvet of the seats had faded, and the curtains of the balconies and wings were frayed with age. But the solitude and quiet of the ruins were not oppressive; on the contrary, it was a chance to be alone with their love.
Then the stage lit up, and the cat, light as a feather, seemed to float above it. In every leap, in every turn of her supple body, you could see the spark of life burning in her soul-full of passion and dreams.
The hedgehog, barely breathing, watched her dance with enchanted eyes, falling in love all over again.
Then, pausing, the lavender cat reached out her paw to him, inviting him onto the stage to share the dance. And she was so happy when the hedgehog, though a little clumsy, spun beside her with complete sincerity and tenderness. And he was happy because he had been able to make the cat's dream come true-to perform on stage as a prima ballerina.