In a moment last night, the relationship spun on its toes, a
ballerina balanced just so. Its partner, our actions & words. The
man. He picks her up easily, and her delicate form seems feather-like
to on-lookers. He spins her through the air, and she seems in
control. But these are not well-rehearsed performances. The pair has
never done this move. Will she land delicately on her feet, or
collapse to the floor, twisting her ankle, even ending her career? Will 
she finish her spin facing the audience, with a triumphant smile? Or 
dejectedly facing the ranks of waiting dancers behind the curtain?