Before Rosemary's Baby..
there was.....
Apartment 7A…
Beautiful furniture and decor…
A transitional shelter for a starving dancer…
But it’s not entirely where it all began.
Because the seed had already been planted long ago.
Terry just didn’t know it yet.
Apartment 7A…
Is where it manifested.
Harvested.
Exploited.
Desecrated.
Because it needed Terry.
Poor Terry…
Who ultimately fell prey to her own craft.
None of us truly choose our craft or calling the way we think we do.
You either have that something…
Or you don’t.
And most people know very early on who they are meant to become.
Sometimes you even hear it from others:
"Oh, when she grows up, she’s going to be a dancer."
Because her feet already had rhythm.
They always did.
Terry trusted them to lead the way.
And they did.
They led…
And continued to lead…
Until the very thing she depended on betrayed her.
A devastating injury.
A shattered future.
The end of Terry’s dance career.
Her passion slowly converted to poison.
And from that moment forward…
Everything Terry touched…
Everyone Terry encountered…
Seemed to carry their own hidden agenda.
When people carry a nefarious agenda and purpose…
They will always smile to your face.
Make you trust them.
Make you feel safe.
So your guard lowers…
And lowers…
Until…
Something…
Enters the doorway you keep opening wider and wider as your defenses continue to fall.
It isn’t friendly.
But it is inviting.
And then it asks you:
"What more do you really have to lose?"
Take a step…
One more step…
Find your rhythm…
Find your balance…
Find your balance…
Find your balance…
Find your balance…
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