It wasn't about technical perfection. It was about the experience.
A young girl called Peach finishes her recital number with a flourish. Her white-blonde hair is carefully lacquered into a perfect dancer's bun and she is wearing an elaborate orange tutu. As the music cuts, she steps definitively to the front of the stage, shading her eyes under the lights, and peers out into the applauding crowd looking for the faces she knows.
