Her frail hand flutters hesitantly, and a shadow passes over her pale face. Then, as the orchestral brass begins to soar, playing the spine-tingling melody of Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake, something spellbinding happens.…
Her frail hand flutters hesitantly, and a shadow passes over her pale face. Then, as the orchestral brass begins to soar, playing the spine-tingling melody of Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake, something spellbinding happens.…