Cassie. 21. Aspiring screenwriter. Penniless student. Classic film aficionado. My hobbies include evangelizing for David Lynch, crying over dead celebrities, and wishing I had hair half as fabulous as Phyllis Dietrichson's wig.
The Red Shoes are never tired. They dance her out into the street, they dance her over mountains and valleys, through fields and forests, through night and day. Time rushes by, love rushes by, life rushes by, but the Red Shoes go on.