Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 267

They were the final act of the night, and the music from "Metamorphosis" still echoed in her ears, refusing to fade away.

Judging by the audience’s response, the dance had been a huge hit—applause erupted again and again, filling the theater with energy. As Sebastian and Serena returned to the stage for their curtain call, they performed a few iconic solos and duets from "Metamorphosis," prompting another round of thunderous applause.

Normally, this would have been the end. Audience members were already beginning to step onto the stage with bouquets in hand. Yet, the music kept playing, and suddenly, new images appeared on the screens flanking the stage.

Emma froze.

It was—unbelievably—a recording of her own performance of "Metamorphosis" from years ago.

The announcer handed the microphone to Sebastian.

Sebastian thanked the crowd for their support and announced that, while the performance was officially over and people were free to leave, those who wished were welcome to stay for a special little ceremony.

Emma blinked in confusion. What on earth were Sebastian and Serena up to?

He continued, “The piece we performed tonight is called ‘Metamorphosis’…” He gave a brief introduction to the dance and the traditional melody, then added, “We’re grateful for your enthusiasm. In fact, the original choreographer and first performer of this dance is right here with us tonight, and I’d like to invite her on stage.”

As the haunting strains of "Metamorphosis" played on, Sebastian stood in the spotlight, hand extended toward her.

Emma had no idea what was happening. All she could see was Sebastian’s encouraging smile—and her own younger self, dancing across the giant screens.

Ms. Brown, anxious, gripped Emma’s shoulder. “Emma, if you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to go up.”

Sebastian took her hand and kept speaking. “This is Emma, a young dancer. The video playing on the screen behind us is from her original performance, which is now part of our academy’s curriculum. Many of us have learned from it since then. But the very first dancer—Emma herself—suffered a tragic accident five years ago and was told she’d never dance again…”

A collective sigh swept through the audience.

“Today is her birthday, and if she’s willing, I’d love to invite Emma to perform this dance once more.” Sebastian’s eyes were bright with hope. “I believe she can return to the stage—right here, right now!”

The crowd broke into cheers. Even those who’d been gathering their things to leave paused, turning back to applaud what was happening on stage.

Somewhere among the sea of faces, someone sat utterly still, eyes locked on the screen where Emma’s past self spun and leapt. In the echoing music, a question surfaced: Have you ever seen her dance?