Harry and Ron, who had been hoping for an audition so they could fail and be rejected, froze.
That... that was it?
Shouldn't they at least test us first?
A smile immediately appeared on Malfoy's face, but before he could speak, Tory continued:
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Get to the dressing room right now! The show starts in twenty minutes. Get your makeup and costumes on and get out there to save the day!"
"Skirts??? Why do we have to wear skirts???"
Ron held up a ballet costume with an expression of sheer horror. Harry looked much the same, as though he had swallowed a slice of unbearably sour lemon.
His entire face scrunched up. "This is awful. I'd rather die than wear a skirt!"
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Malfoy's face was as white as a sheet, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching. He had imagined all sorts of possibilities, all sorts of dances.
He had considered how the stage performance might work, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that this company performed bloody ballet!!!
Most ballet dancers were women. There were male partners, but they were never the stars.
So when Malfoy saw that they were hiring three male dancers, he naturally assumed it was some other form of dance.
But how could Malfoy have known that New York had such an eccentric ballet company? This company was famous among dance professionals throughout New York and even the United States, and it had never occurred to them that a dancer might not know who they were.
And so a magnificent misunderstanding was born.
The audience at MetLife Stadium was laughing so hard they were crying. They slapped their thighs wildly and rocked back and forth as they watched the Hogwarts trio standing