This is a story about a beautiful man. His name is George.
The man is jumping.
It’s part of his dance.
He’s a dancer! A private dancer – a dancer for money! Everybody is going to pay him for dancing - $1000 an hour!
He does special dancing, maybe it’s reggae, maybe it’s ballet. It looks like he’s dancing alone, but he needs 6 women to dance.
Perhaps his partner is waiting for him at the bus stop. Maybe he’s hurrying somewhere for waiting for transportation. He could be holding his TTC ticket. He could be scratching his back!
George lives in a warm country – America.
This picture was taken in the year 2000. He’s 25 years old (that’s the age he’s like to be!). He’s a professional. He spent man, many, many years in school. He dances good because he had school. He was the first man to graduate from ballet school. His family are proud of him.
When he’s not dancing, he’s practicing.
His clothes look like he has money. His wife makes his costumes for him. The most difficult costume she made was a baby faun (a baby deer).
His suit is his favorite outfit. He’s got something in his hand.
He could be carrying a bomb! Something unusual, that no-one else has seen, and it could be under his jacket- a flat bomb!
More than one person could have given him the bomb.
The Russian dance troupe gave him the bomb. They were on the same bill. He’s undercover – his real name is… James Bond! To Serve, With Love.
...To be continued!