“A vampire dance piece would be riveting,” Francie stated dramatically. “Imagine a dancer being bitten and then dancing slower and slower until they drop down on the stage,” he stated as he stared at a spot on the wall.
“Would that go down well with audiences?” Marielle asked with a skeptical frown. “Won’t it be dark and morbid?” she continued, looking thoughtful.
“Let’s first ask him what he has on film,” Francie advised.
“Well, I’m still not gonna budge. Wait and see what it’s all about instead,” Clifford responded firmly.
“Okay then, let’s go to the TV room,” Marielle said in a firm but friendly tone, waving the two young men along with a sweep of her hand.
“You know what? Kiara won’t be happy to hear that the three of us were having fun without her again,” Francie commented as they walked down the semi-lit hallway.
“And it’s still officially Saturday for another half an hour,” Clifford remarked with a backward glance at Marielle who was behind both of them.