{"id":169,"date":"2005-05-05T09:36:00","date_gmt":"2005-05-05T04:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/manuscrypts.com\/test\/?p=169"},"modified":"2005-05-05T09:36:00","modified_gmt":"2005-05-05T04:06:00","slug":"dance-of-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/manuscrypts.com\/test\/2005\/05\/05\/dance-of-life\/","title":{"rendered":"Dance of Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family:courier new;\">&#8216;Cut&#8217;, yelled the choreographer, she winced at what she knew was about to come&#8230;. an avalanche of abuse and admonition from the choreographer&#8230; once upon a time, she was the most dependable of the &#8216;extra artists&#8217;, the one who would not take a step wrong&#8230;. she knew she still was getting it right, but things were different after she had strongly resisted the choreographer&#8217;s advances.. <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:courier new;\">he hadpromised her a prominent role in the movie he was about to make&#8230; but like she told him, if she had wanted that route to stardom, she would have done it long ago, instead of slogging out as an extra&#8230;a long time ago, she had come to this city of dreams to make it big in bollywood, along with her friend&#8230;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:courier new;\">but somewhere, she had missed the bus to stardom, so had her friend..and though she had become an extra, her friend had stated that she would go to a studio only as a star&#8230; and to make ends meet, she was now dancing at one of the big dance bars..<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:courier new;\">these days, she felt envious of her friend&#8230; her friend danced in front of a crowd, who were extremely appreciative of her performances,maybe bordering on being lewd, but unlike choreographers and producers, kept their hands to themselves.. and literally showered money on her.. <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:courier new;\">she wondered who was better off -she or her friend.. while her friend danced in skimpy clothes in front of a crowd, that was at most a few dozens of people, she danced in skimpy clothes (albeit in the background)in screens that were viewed by millions of people..<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:courier new;\">she decided that she would talk to her friend today, about getting work for her also in the place she worked in.. she didnt think it would be a problem, the dance bars always needed more girls..and so, she gave it right back to the choreographer, abused him, and spilled out his antics to everyone in hearing distance&#8230; when she was sure that he had lost tremendous face in front of everyone, she slapped him, a parting gift, she told him&#8230;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:courier new;\">back in the room, she waited for her friend to return, it would be morning, but she decided to wait up&#8230; as soon as her friend walked in, she told her friend that she needed a job&#8230; <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:courier new;\">&#8220;so do i&#8221;, said her friend&#8230;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:courier new;\">&#8220;what do you mean?&#8221;, she asked, with a sick feeling..<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:courier new;\">&#8220;haven&#8217;t you read the papers? they are planning to close all the dance bars. i was hoping you could speak to your choreographer..&#8221;<br \/>until next time, sometimes getting the steps right aint enough..<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8216;Cut&#8217;, yelled the choreographer, she winced at what she knew was about to come&#8230;. an avalanche of abuse and admonition from the choreographer&#8230; once upon a time, she was the most dependable of the &#8216;extra artists&#8217;, the one who would not take a step wrong&#8230;. she knew she still was getting it right, but things <a class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/manuscrypts.com\/test\/2005\/05\/05\/dance-of-life\/\">[&hellip;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-169","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stories"],"aioseo_notices":[],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/manuscrypts.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/169","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/manuscrypts.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/manuscrypts.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/manuscrypts.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/manuscrypts.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=169"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/manuscrypts.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/169\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/manuscrypts.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=169"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/manuscrypts.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=169"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/manuscrypts.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=169"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}